I'm sorry if I wrote about this in another thread. I was in an airport and I had a really long lay over. I was young and had only been out of the state a couple of times before this trip. I'm at the bar having a beer and a shot, and an absolutely huge guy sits next to me. He just looks at me. I mean he looks at me like I called him over there. He slipped a card in front of me saying that he is deaf and can not speak. I took one of those thin bar napkins and wrote my first name, and slid it over to him. He smiled, and then he wrote his name, and just like that we started a conversation on bar napkins. We shared short thoughts on everyday topics. He was Native American, so we talked about what his tribe was doing to get by and how things were on the reservation. He laughed at my problems telling me that I wouldn't think about it much after time had passed.
I don't know. It was one of the best conversations I ever had, and I never said a word. He and I talked about a range of subjects, and he and I took turns buying cheap beers and shots of Crown.
He thanked me for the conversation and left for his flight. I went to the bathroom and came back to the bar. The bartender had taken the stack of napkins I had set aside and threw them away.
I'll never forget that guy, and I don't remember his name.
