Concession Trailers

concession trailers?

May 21, 3713 by Nathalie K | Posted in Small Business

We have been toying with the idea of opening a restaurant for the last year,but,we are not real comfortable with investing the amount of money it would take....
We attend a lot of blues and jazz festivals and we noted the concession stands..so

I am a member of a Masonic Lodge and we have done concession stands at festivals as fund raisers. We have always been very successful with them. It is a lot of work, but if you can get enough help, it will increase your longevity. If you don't have

Concession Trailer - M&R Trailers

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Survival Log, Edward Collins 10/6/2012

A coastal breeze blows in from the lakefront. Buildings boarded up or collapsed in heaps. Dark stains along each of them like the dried rim of algae in a dried fish bowl, a mark in history from the levee’s eventual failure. No wildlife to collect the rotten fish gathered on the streets, the proof in bodies still lingering in the dirt below, their decay slowed to a crawl from the cold.

Most survivors headed south when the illusion of a governing body faded. We were told for months that help was on the way – first it was FEMA, then the Army Corps of Engineers, then the Red Cross. Nobody came. Help splintered off into self-interested enclaves. They’re still out there: raiding, pillaging. Every town I come across, I can feel them a step behind. Drawing nearer. Stalking.

The back door to the theater hangs on its hinge and I walk inside. Burnt aisles. That odor of molten plastic. Celluloid turned to ash. A pair of skeletons sit in the back row, their heads rolled back, laughing faces frozen in time. Little to take from the concession stand but some sealed bags of popcorn and a dusty box of candy. A lonely projectionist’s pornography collection survived the fire in a filing cabinet. As I thumb through it, a light bulb shatters on the floor behind me, nearly knocking me out of my seat as I twist around and fumble for my pistol…

But I look, and there is nothing. It’s only gravity. Perhaps it’s the building, long unseen by man, trying to say hello. Come inside. See the latest post-apocalyptic thriller. Marvel at its irony.

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