Random scribblings and thoughts about writing, publishing and the entire letters to dollars process.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
While I was visiting my brother Bob in Memphis, he opened his bar for my enjoyment. Here's a bar that even the Southern Baptist Convention couldn't object to - when it's closed, anyway.
Bar is Closed
I thought it was some sort of armoire or hutch, but I was mistaken. As you can see, there isn't an obvious latch for the front, and the tiny knobs on each side go unnoticed.
From the Front
It being fashionably after five, Bob opened the bar for business. Voilà!
Open for Business
The entire front rotates, and the sides swing out. Although it doesn't have a lock on it, it will otherwise keep temptation and controversy away from any holier-than-thou, tee-totaling guests who might otherwise accept a dry martini in return for holding their drier criticisms - or vice verse.