Are You Open… This is a statement that has always amazed me. We are sitting on the patio of the bar, maybe fifteen people; most of them with drinks and someone will walk up and ask if there is a bar around here or if we are open? Where do they think the drinks came from, did we all bring them from home? Last night we even had two guys walk into the bar and ask if we were open. It was eight o’clock at night and there were probably 10 people sitting around the bar. Jesus, take a wild guess. Do you think we might be open? This happens about once a week. I feel like saying “Go away, you are too stupid to drink here.” Maybe they just think that we are a group of people that aspire to the idea of “If we drink here, a bar will come.” Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I just don’t know.