This is a really nasty head cold/flu, but I'm working my way through it as best I can. Blogging will be lighter than usual until I can concentrate better - and as for working on the next novel, that's on the back burner until I stop sneezing all over the plot!
I had to laugh at this report from Milwaukee.
You get a sense of the bawdy but beloved tradition at the Holler House. Female customers, particularly first-timers, are encouraged to remove, autograph and leave their bras behind because, well, just because. Typically, they modestly wriggle out of them right there on a bar stool, or they retire to the ladies room.
It's a practice that Skowronski herself began one crazy night in the 1960s.
"We all got bombed, all these girls. And we just decided to take our bras off and hang them up," she said.
Dozens of bras dangled from skis, a coal bucket and other odd objects attached to the ceiling. Men's underwear was up there, too. But this week, Skowronski's son-in-law took them down for fear that city inspectors would return and slap them with a fine, which according to the official "order to correct condition" can run from $150 to $10,000 a day.
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The Milwaukee Department of Neighborhood Services has inspected the Holler House many times in the past but has never before deemed the bra display a potential inferno. The written order from last month's visit said "curtains, draperies, hangings and other decorative materials suspended from walls or ceilings shall meet the flame propagation performance criteria of NFPA 701."
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Realizing its straps were twisted on this one, the department Thursday dismissed the order. The official explanation for the DD-sized mistake says something about the bar having a smaller occupancy rate than originally thought, and therefore a less stringent fire code.
There's more at the link, including pictures of the . . . er . . . apparel in question.
Bureaucrats! Talk about boobs enhancing themselves . . .