If we never see another turkey again, we'll be happy. At least until next week.

The Sandbar had a fairly uneventful Thanksgiving holiday. We were open Thursday night for those of you looking for a beer after dinner. In years past, we had a tradition of counting all the dollar bills on the wall, but somewhere along the way we got out of the habit. I have no idea how many dollars were on the wall at last count; probably in the thousands, but who knows.

The only semi-interesting thing that seemed to occur was the ghost's harassment of Joe. He claims that the ghost kept throwing the trash can down the stairs to the basement. Could be. But the trash can's home is also a precarious perch, and it's sometimes difficult to get it set properly without sending it tumbling down the stairs.

The holiday season is now officially upon us. If you or your friends or your coworkers are interested in having a Christmas, graduation, or other type of party at The Sandbar, let us know. We don't do private parties or rentals, and of course we're limited to small numbers because of pesky fire codes, but we're happy to entertain. Just give us a call.