I happened upon a job that would really be a good fit for me. It's a job taking photos of tourists at the pier and then convincing them to buy them. Considering there are at least three bars/restaurants, I think the alcohol may help with the convincing of how badly they need a photo.

Everyone cross your fingers and toes and arms and legs for me. I spoke with the lady on the phone and she seems like a tough cookie/hard sell...her husband is supposed to call me tomorrow to hopefully set up a meeting. I don't really want to do it tomorrow, because I don't want to miss the shuttle launch, but that is life, ain't? sometimes we do what we gotta do to get where we need to be.

;-)