The most beautiful song that I've never heard.

Ab Aeterno

Washington my Home.

Washington my home

wherever I may roam

you are my land

my native land

Washington my home

your verdant forests green

caressed by silvery streams

with nests of pines and brandied wines

Washington my home



there's a peace you feel and understand

in this our own beloved land

we'll greet the day with head held high

and forward ever is our cry



we'll happy ever be

as people always free

for you and me a destiny

Washington my home

God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God. “Where have you been?” God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction, and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, “Look, Michael. Look what I’ve made.”

Archangel Michael looked puzzled, and said, “What is it?”

“It’s a planet,” replied God, “and I’ve put Life on it. I’m going to call it Earth and it’s going to be a great place of balance.”

“Balance?” inquired Michael, still confused.

God explained, pointing to different parts of the Earth. “For example, Northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, while Southern Europe is going to be poor. Over there I’ve placed a continent of white people, and over there is a continent of black people. Balance in all things,”

God continued pointing to different countries. “This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice.”

The Archangel, impressed by God’s work, then pointed to a land area and said, “What’s that one?”

“Ah,” said God “That’s Washington State, the most glorious place on Earth. There are beautiful mountains, rivers and streams, lakes, forests, hills, plains, and coulees. The people from Washington State are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, high achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats, and carriers of peace.”

Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then proclaimed, “What about balance, God? You said there would be balance.”

God smiled, “There is another Washington… wait until you see the idiots I put there.”

Trying to laugh at things.

file Under Anecdotes pt. 20. The end.

So I was intrigued last February as I was reading Erik Ellestads' writings on the Sazerac. 28 days in a row is an amazing feat and he gets golfclaps from the peanut gallery.

I decided to try my best to write every time I worked a shift. There were a few days I missed, and once again I overworked myself out of a job. Its a little weird now so I've just been avoiding that block entirely. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. I'll be fully on board at Vessel come mid April, not sure which days just yet.

I am also planning on finally starting my own company. Bottles in Arms.