The wisest man I ever knew
The wisest man I know is named Bud. He likes beer about as much as I do, but he isn’t called Bud because of his preference in malted beverages. It’s a family thing.
Bud is always drawing outside the lines, always coming up with unique insights into the human condition. It’s never made him rich, but it certainly enriches his conversations.
One day, many years ago, as we were well into a case of long necks, Bud had an idea that can be described only as inspired.
“You know,” he said. “Ford ought to put bottle openers on the bumpers of their pickup trucks. That way, if you’re too drunk to stand up, you could still get your beer open.”
Shortly thereafter, beer companies came out with twist-off bottle caps. And bumpers became plastic. Stuff like that was always happening to Bud. No sooner than he would hit upon the Next Big Thing, the ground would shift beneath him.
I haven’t talked to Bud now in years. I should remedy that. No telling how many near-misses he’s has had to talk about since then.
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