A man walks into a bar...

Like a moth to flame

...Actually a girl walks into a thrift store and leaves with a bar. How could I say no? There I was, at Sarasota Architectural Salvage, on my very first paid photo gig (apart from the $100 I got for taking promo pics for a rodeo cowboy which is too obscure to qualify) absorbing in all that this menagerie of refuse had to offer and there it was, beckoning me. Like the Holy Grail, a relic from the times of gimlets and ceaseless indoor smoking. I shut my eyes and heard Sinatra singing along to the rhythm of chinking glasses and spouting siphons. It had to be mine! And with the encouragement of a 20% professional discount there was nothing left to do except make sure it fit in the back seat of my car.

A few swipes of Windex, a light for theatrical effect and we were ready to roll.

Let the good times pour!