Thursday, November 02, 2006

YOU GOTTA HAVE HEART

Posted by Reverend Ref + at 8:42 AM

It was Stockman Night last night. I wandered on in after dinner shortly around 6:30. It wasn't standing room only, but it was busy. I bought myself a beer and then a gal recognized me and called me over (I really need to get better with names, but when I only see them once a month . . .) We chatted for awhile and she introduced me to "Bob".

A little more talking and then I moved down and talked with the owner of the bar. We were talking about hunting and fishing, if I had ever been (no) and if I had ever shot a gun (no -- but I know enough to never point the open end at anything I'm not intending to shoot). He also wanted to know if I liked wild game (yes -- venison and moose for sure, haven't had anything else so far).

"I've got something for you you might enjoy." And he disappeared out the back door.

About this time, Bob decides he's had enough of me being there.

"Is that thing real?" referring to my collar.

"Yes. I'm down at the little rock church ..."

"I don't care where the f*** you're from. What the f*** are you doing in this bar?"

"To talk with people."

"Why?"

"Because I enjoy it. Sometimes it's fun. Sometimes I just listen."

"That's no f****** answer. Why the f*** are you here? Why the f*** are you in my face tonight? I tell you what, I'm going to be your f****** challenge tonight."

This went on like that for awhile and it was clear that I was in a no-win situation. Eventually some of the other people around us decided that they needed to do something about Bob so that he didn't accidentally kill the preacher dude.

After a trip to the restroom I ended up at a table with another group of people and we talked about everything from the bell tower situation to heaven.

Somewhere in all of that was also a conversation with a lady at the bar and a group of guys who worked at the log yard just south of town.

It was about 9:30 by the time I decided it was time to leave. I was getting tired, and I needed a shower (I think I was the only non-smoker in the place).

Oh yes .... the owner did come back. He gifted me with a liver and heart.

Know any good recipes?

3 comments:

Jim | 10:33 AM, November 02, 2006  

Todd,

We have all met Bob, in all his neediness.

I'd like to participate in a conversation with all your readers: "Why are we there" to meet Bob and talk with him?

Bob is the hard nut of the 20% of the population that are difficult to reach; he is the 1% in the tail of the distribution. The other 80% we can get by "normal" means. How do we get to Bob and the other 19%?

Anonymous | 12:34 PM, November 02, 2006  

Wow. I'd love to introduce Bob to Heather, and let them have some deep discussion.

How many beers in was he when all that started? I imagine that is a contributing factor on whether or not you'd have a chance of reaching him in some fashion.

And yes, several recipes jump to mind. Unfortunately they're all from the dictionary of satanism I keep around to make parishioners ask, "Um, why do you have..."

Jane Ellen+ | 8:07 PM, November 03, 2006  

The recipe I have for liver includes onions, so you wouldn't be interested.

As to your conversation with the bartender, you sound awfully deprived. I'll be glad to bring my shotgun next time we visit, if you'd like to give it a try...

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