Thank you

I googled Oregon Tilth



There is too much circulating in my non-cooperating head, right now.

The guy's name was Eddie. He wore a Veteran's hat. He asked if anybody was sitting in the empty seat beside me. The seats were kind of tight at the bar so it was a bit of a squeeze and he was saying "Sorry" and I'm thinking, "Just do it." He asked if I minded him sitting there. I said, "Yeah I kind of do mind but it's not you, it's the stench of war on you."

I didn't say that and I don't mind when people sit next to me at a crowded bar but I do mind when they make a deal about it.

He forced my attention away from the guy to my left, but I try to be civil so I turned in Eddie's direction. After a little Q&A he asks if I want a shot. I had been thinking of doing a shot of Jack Daniels, but I don't like doing shots alone so I said I'd do a shot if I could pay. He obliged.

The seat next to him then cleared up so he moved over expressing his desire to "give me room." He moved and then started a conversation with the dude next to him.

I was glad to get rid of him but I was a little like, "What the fuck."

He didn't shoot his shot either, he just sipped it. Sipped it with his new friend. Whatever.

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The book itself isn't the best part, it's the post-it noted notes inside.

Often the best gift I can give is my time so it touches my heart when I get something that took someone's thought and effort which equals time.

I spent this moment of my life on you.

That's cool.