Saturday, June 11, 2016

The city of Wichita is poised to declare a public emergency so Mort’s Martini and Cigar Bar can party in the parking lot.

Read more here:

The law’s around might be somewhat different, I’m sure.

Many year back there was a bar on 0the main east-west drag in Wichita. Very popular. They are gone now, a new series of high speed roads took the place away.

The thing about it, however, was it always had something going on, and usually on the radio.

The incident I’m thinking about, concerning parking lots, public drinking and the city – to include a very popular radio station broadcasting the event – was the bar giving away a brand new car.

All one had to do once the event started, was to keep one hand on the car until all other participants dropped out. I.E. took their hand off the thing.

Spectators took their drinks out and surrounded the car and contestants, for days (and nights), talkiing about technics and looks and endurance possibilities of all involved.

Some of those remarks were general, some pointed, some were  downright funny. But all in good fun. Well, mostly so.

I’m happy to see the bar contacting the city and the city considering the event. Rather than all acting like the other didn’t exist and creating authority generated totality crisis.


From the Reaches,

Ten Whiskeyd

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User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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