About a year and a half ago, and old man with a cane walking out of an Olive Garden after an early bird dinner gave me a piece of solid gold advice I've never forgotten. I've tucked away this nugget for all of these months, and endured a fair amount of scoffing from those who are close to me in order to remain steadfast to carry it out in good time. Tonight was the night, and it was such good advice that I wish I could go find the man and vigorously shake his hand. I'd go to the Olive Garden; I'd search Orland Park metropolitan area if it made any sense at all.
I can't do that. All I can do is pass it on, spread the joy, and encourage the experience like that man did for me. What I'm saying is, see The Bucket List. See it. This time next week you'll be calling, saying, "Where was the Olive Garden where you found that old man? How do I get there from 94?"
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