October 2010
3 posts
Star Bar
Every part of life has an ebb and a flow.
A bar is no different. A good bar has a life. It is like the flame that confounded scientists for so many years. Meaning that it has all the same characteristics of the definition of life… but we know it is not alive.
My bar lives. And does not.
I am not trying to get all philosophical on your ass, I am just trying to state what is. I am trying...
Star Bar
I would officially like to rename this blog.
It is no longer the building of a bar.
It is no longer the building of a bar business, though that will be covered at length I am sure.
This is Star Bar, a day in the life.
From this point forward it will be the story of the bar, as articulated (or not) by me. This will, of course, allow for a lot of biased opinion and conjecture… and I...
The building of a bar (business)
You are my crack. My heroin. My speedball and my marijuana.
I try to kick the habit.
As much as we all do, really. There is no try. Only do.
Yoda.
You knew that (hopefully).
I haven’t written because of time and energy. Time, well, open a business that is your life. Your soul. The only thing you know, really. The thump. Thump. Thump. The heart.
I know my girl. And my pup. And my...
