. . . around The Damn Dirty RINO for the immediate future. In a bow to fiscal reality, I’ve picked up a few nights tending bar at a local watering hole. Given that, and the fact that my mother requires a good bit of watching-over, I’m going to have to make some adjustments to my schedule in order to accommodate blogging.
I’m hopeful that it’ll be a fairly easy adjustment — a simple matter of getting out of bed a little earlier and forcing myself to write within a specific time frame on the days when I have to work. But, you just never really know how these things go until you’re knee-deep in them.
I’m looking forward to it, though. I’ve worked at this place before and know just about everyone who goes there on a first-name basis. They’re all good people and they’ve all treated me well in the past. Plus, it’ll give me an opportunity to drum up some photography business and maybe draw a few new eyeballs to the blog.
Anyway . . . I just wanted to give the Dear Reader a heads-up in case things are a little slow around here in the coming days.
As you were.


A blogger who also tends bar? I knew I liked you, Walt!
I really enjoy tending bar, though I’m getting a little long in the tooth for it, I’m afraid. I don’t remember my feet feeling quite this achy at the end of a shift a few years ago.
Blogtender!
Maybe a B’Lager?
It just hit me …. is this your way of letting us know this blog is a Saloon and not a Salon?
We’ll know the answer to that question when he hires a virtual pole dancer and changes the logo to a spittoon.