Three philosophers walk into a bar. Okay, two philosophers and one big bottle of beer. Well, actually, one philosopher, a big bottle of beer, and me. The philosopher is a poet, a writer of books and movies, and a man who’s full of surprises. His name is Jim and I am quite happy to call him a friend.
We shared this bottle from Ommegang Brewery, which may just become my favorite American brewery (um, after Boulevard, of course). It was a brew worthy of note, full-bodied, complex…an outstanding member of the Moortgat family. It was good to the last drop and I only wish we could’ve had time for another. That’s what happens when you spend time with Jim – you just want to talk with him for hours.
The best thing about this month, without a doubt, has been the person sitting across the table from me every day. I am very fortunate to know so many truly good and outstanding people, and I’m grateful to be able to call them my friends. I don’t take this for granted. There is so much I’m going to miss about this month: the anticipation of meeting a friend every day, the joy of sharing a beer and the walk back home in which I rehash our conversations in my mind. I’ve got one day left, but I’m already feeling emotional about this thing coming to and end.
Maybe it’s just the beer talking.