I met a friend today who I haven’t seen for 30 years. I drove thirty or so miles nortth to Mt. Vernon and walked into a nearly empty lunch time brew pub.

I walked in and said I am meeting Ryan and had a seat. The waitress and I had good natured banter. A few minutes later a man walked into the bar and the waitress getting in the wise ass mode said to him.

“Hello Ryan”

The man looked at her and asked how she knew his name.

She said it was a skill she had.

But it was not my friend Ryan. he walked in five minutes later.

So the probability of someone being named Ryan in Skagit Washington is about one in 370.

The probability of the second person being Ryan is also one in 370. They’re mutually exclusive..

I explained this to the waitress and she said my coffee was on the house. It didn’t matter, as the the second Ryan paid for lunch.

2 responses to “Ryan Walks into a Bar”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    A haunting and thought-provoking poem, filled with vivid imagery, emotional turbulence and layers of symbolism. The recurring lines create a powerful sense of vulnerability and isolation, while the contrast between childhood memories and present pain adds depth to the writing. There is something deeply unsettling yet strangely beautiful about the way you express the struggle to find meaning and connection in a troubled world. A powerful piece that stays with the reader long after the final line. 🙏

  2. Joel Dippold Avatar
    Joel Dippold

    Moments like that make me think it’s a good old world after all.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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