This is my bookstore!! I have been drinking the IPA beer here almost before you were born or at least before your legal drinking age. Where is my seat? Who are all these people? What happened to some young lad saying... old lady, do you want my seat?
I have my book and I want to sit and sip my brew and not be bothered with PEOPLE. I could get very grumpy over this situation. This is my bookstore/brew house. Who are you ???
Funny how we take possession of what is not ours to possess. I felt this way about Margie's back home.. .that is my bar.. who are you? The Salty Dog Bookstore was my refuge when I went to the farm. I often went there after dinner and thought, how do they stay open?
This Saturday not only were they open, but there were also no available seats. The average age was 30 and no one rose to say...old lady do you want to sit?
They sat.. they sipped... and I stood. They drank and I slipped and turned the pages of the book.
I later found out that there was a rock concert in town and these were the folks that came to listen and camp. It was raining, they were cold so they came to the Dog to sip a brew and get warm. They drank and left. I drank and read.. and in the end it was the quiet sleeping salty dog and my familiar brew house.
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I would have offered you my seat!!!
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