Delighted to find a half hour of time to throw a few layers together of this guy I had lunch with today at McKenzie Brewhouse in Frazer, PA. He’s a talker but I never hear what he’s saying. I only see those teeth going up and down and makes me feel like I’m in prison or behind one of those medieval gates that close before you get to the drawbridge to get out of the castle.

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