Here’s some feedback to my reader feedback. And if you want to exchange columns with me about things like music feedback, it now might be the time it could work — especially because, alert the (other and even enemy) media and give a drum roll, I will likely soon be including a subscription option for additional content each and every week! Again, I want your feedback.

Gimme back my bullets!
I just did that, and more on it later. But more broadly, this is an answer to some of the questions readers have raised in the tens of thousands of comments I‘ve received.
For those of you willing to write or exchange an occasional guest column, there for a long time was no market for me, for what you would write. That has changed now that I’ve broadened my coverage area and subject matter, and feel free to beg, borrow or steal. So if you can tie it to something pertaining to my area, that might be up my (bowling) alley. (Note the blatant Wisconsin reference). That is particularly true since I will likely soon provide an option to offer additional weekly content – the rest of the story and updates and specials – for those willing to throw a scant few bucks my way by subscribing. And cross-marketing could be valuable and even links back to each other’s sites.
If you would have interest in subscribing, please send me a note so I can assess its feasibility and favorite forms of the added content. For the monthly cost of a cover charge or two (cheap Wisconsin prices) I can guide you to the places where there is no cover, hear about where to go and what to do, get consumer tips of all types, coverage on how politics affects the bar scene and the silliness it creates, and more related categories of content that will be added. And let me know how much you would be willing to pay for such a service – I promise to keep it very cheap.
And on another heading, unfortunately, I don’t know much of anything techno, so I can’t help you there.
In regard to the comment that spurred me to finally shoot this note back, I do have a unique writing style, and people tend to either love it (most of you) or hate it (many in the Twitter generation). See a further explanation, including use of bullets to break up written copy, see inside in the Uncatagorized department.

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