I love it when a plan comes together.
I love to see how people react when challenged. Some hold their heads high and brace themselves. Some don’t. I love to see what people can accomplish. There is a point where the wheel became a wheel not a round object without purpose. That point probably came when somebody was challenged. I probably came when some guy or gal was trying to get away from a tiger. That man or woman probably died. But the next person who figured out a cart and wheels would help save them from the tigers may have lived… because when they realized their cart needed some force to drive it forward, away from said tiger, they could at least turn the cart over and hide.
It is a process.
And then came the horse, or pony or camel or yak.
And the wheels were in motion.
So how this relates to the bar… many, many changes have occurred and many of my staff has stepped up.
This has nothing to do with anything. Buffalo. Buffalos have the faces they do, the hearty snout make-up, because they face the bitter winds and the blowing white snow.
We don’t have those faces… most of us don’t, at least… but I love the buffalo heart.
Did you know the sentence, “Buffalo buffalo, buffalo” is grammatically correct?
At that I move forward.
Star Bar, as it is, as it shall be.