Tis a bar
I figure. since nobody wants to hire me for ANY job, I will have to start my own, or die. I figure I could rent a storefront, move in all the junk chairs I have around the house and in the basement, clean out everyones basement of tables and chairs and start a bar. The bar area would be one or two lobster boats. The stern for the bar, the bow for storage. It would be a "bring your own chair" bar. Want to sit down? Bring a chair. Hey, how many bars you ever been in that had your own mug behind the bar so when you came in your got your mug just what I'd want to drink from, a mug thats been sitting in smoky air day after day)? One section would be a coffee area with old office seating and equipment. You can pick it up for peanuts, or free. I'd have wifi there so you could surf the net any time of day. Of course there would be raggae and Buffet music playing. We'd have Hemmingway look alike contests,a place where parrotheads could meet, my conch republic flag signed by Mel Fisher and a blow up of my picture of me and my daughter with Mel Fisher, pictures of Olin Stevens, Joel White, and many more. Tartan Marine was started up the road at Grand River and they still have the molds there for the Thistle, Highlander and 37' Tartan. Stack those in the corner or against the wall. To me, they are art. There would be boaty stuff everywhere like posters of the upcoming tall ships festival and the Burning River Festival. It would be ahoot, cheap, and REAL nautical. Oh yeah, big screen LCD's on the walls connected to the net showing web cams from all over the world, like beaches, underwater cams in the oceans, you could follow New Years on web cams from Brisbane to Paris to New York to St. Louis to LA to Hawaii. It would be midnight every hour!! Or 5 o'clock someplace. The bar would be like the joint in the Virgin Islands. Eclectic. With good slovak food of stuffed cabbage, haluski, and apple pie. Or whatever else I felt like making. And the fries would be crisp. Period.