Today from my rear window..
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February 7, 2010 at 2:11 PM
Roto – You may recall a similar place – I refer to the little shed behind the garage as “The Duty Hut”. Tell us the story.
February 7, 2010 at 2:42 PM
February 7, 2010 at 4:32 PM
That’s some BLUE sky. – yeah!
February 7, 2010 at 9:14 PM
First off, nice shot. When you ask me to tell a story about “The Duty Hut” I can only presume that you mean me to describe a place of that same name in Tucson. My memory fails me but I can still recall that in about 1978 you and your motley crew showed up to stay a few weeks with your old buddy Richard L. who , in a bizarre twist of fate, was my next door neighbor at the time. I am guessing that we took you to a few bars including one of my personal favorites, a weird joint called “Someplace Else”. It was a friendly big place with a wrap around bar and an outdoor patio with a huge firepit that they fired up whenever the temperature dipped below 65F. They poured some high octane drinks and my personal favorite was a concoction known as “The Sonoran Desert Lizard” or a “Lizard” for short.
A colorful fellow named Jim Anderson owned the place. He sported a long beard with shaved head and preferred to be called, in his profound personal modesty, “God”. His personalized Arizona license tag read “GOD”. He had a failed run for Mayor of Tucson losing only by a few thousand votes perhaps because few of the students were registered voters and that the typically conservative Tucson citizens may have had a few misgivings about elected God to run the city.
Near the main courtyard of Mr.Anderson’s bar was a building known as “The Duty Hut”. When not in current use, the door of “The Duty Hut” was left wide open and the curious could peer at the elaborate S&M B&D props inside,dungeons, racks, stocks, whips, chains, well you get the picture. They advertized that “The Duty Hut” could be rented with no questions asked simply with the purchase of a cheap bottle of champagne for $100. Since Big K and his posse had neither the funds nor a willing sex slave at the time, they could only stare in amazment and fantasize. I learned later that they had expanded by creating America’s only Museum of Pornography that proved very popular and now have a great bar promotion where if you allow “God” to brand your skin with his logo you will recieve 50 cents off all drinks for the rest of your natural life. So far over 700 discount hunters have taken advantage of this special offer. One gal even took him to The Peoples Court claiming she was branded against her will, check it out. No more drink discounts for that whiney baby.
If you visit this bar while traveling through Tucson be sure to tell them right away that it’s your first time there and prepare for a hilarious surprise.
Is that the Duty Hut you wanted me to describe,
Big K?
February 7, 2010 at 11:50 PM
Yes that is the place.. My story of the place began with a trip to Nogales MX. Richard was at the wheel in one of his Saab cars with Roto, my brother Chris and I in tow. It was a very hot day (not hard to come by in those parts) and the Saab was running hot. Radiator problems had forced Richard to run the heater in car. The idea being that if the radiator was running it would cool the engine. The only thing to cool the passengers was beer. Every stop we could make for water for the car also involved more beer. We were consuming beer at the same rate the car was leaking water. Needless to say when we arrived back in Tucson we were a sight, and ready for polite society. Roto took us to the Someplace else where the fun continued. It just happened to Chris’s birthday so the bartender bought us a bottle of champagne and we took it out to the patio. There we able to peek inside of the Duty Hut. It was as Roto describes – decked out in S & M gear. That night we saw the proprietor dealing out theatrical lashes with a cat-o-nine-tails on a guy who could have been his twin. All this, while two well dressed looked on and toasted each other with champagne. Pretty funny.
Our party continued as we sat around the huge fire-pit. We were trying to entertain a couple who must have been U of A students when Roto leaps up to the edge of the fire-pit. Appearing to be in some kind of trance, Roto proceeds to fire-walk across the pit chanting “Hum-de-lay..Hum-de-lay.. Hum-de-ohhh”. Doing this several times, he had convinced the young lady to give it a try. She had to be physically restrained by her boyfriend to keep her out of the fire. All in all a great night. My brother and I still remember that night and when we want to acknowledge a good time we are having – we look at each other and quote the bar owners favorite phrase… “Way to be”
February 8, 2010 at 9:15 AM
Really great stories and I always imagined Roto to be a firewalker. Living in the Enchanted Land must have really rubbed off on you guys?
February 8, 2010 at 12:16 PM
Yes, we did have some fun times and in retrospect I’m surprised that none of our adventures ended up with someone in the jailhouse.
As a note to future visitors to Tucson, the owner of Someplace Else has changed the name to “The Meet Rack”. A warning to lady guests, the condom machine in the ladies room is rigged to a flashing light in the bar alerting the other patrons to your purchase. A real time saver. Still, I recommend at least one visit to “The Meet Rack”. Where else can you have an enlightened conversation with God as he serves you drinks, get branded and tour a sex dungeon? Way to be indeed.