21 hours into my day on the 23rd, I came home to Adam Hats from DBK to let the dog [Peanut] go outside and then crash. When I made it downstairs a lady stopped me on the last flight of stairs. Looking visibly upset she asked me if I’d lost a dog. I was a little delusional from a long day at both jobs and it took me a second to answer her, which was a confused no. She told me that a dog was stuck in the gym on the first floor. I looked in through the window on the door and didn’t recognize the small, tan hound. She looked scared and a little confused like me.

I continued to focus on my dog’s need to take care of business outside, so moved that way, as much as Peanut didn’t want to. It was cold with a bitter wind cutting right through my jacket, straight to the bone. I pulled my collar up a little higher, my cap a little lower. Peanut was done with that shit real quick and she’s covered in fur for god’s sake. We rushed back inside. I took her upstairs, grabbed some dog treats and went back down to check on the lost dog.

Still huddled behind the gym equipment, she didn’t want anything to do with me, the treats or the world at this point. She made that audibly clear with a low growl. The upset lady was still in the room, now less upset and offering the dog some water with a little success. A couple that lives in the basement arrived out front and were dropped off at the curb from a friend’s car. We asked them if they recognized the lost dog, but they didn’t believe so either. After a bit of talking and our best Dog Whisperer impressions, the dog ran out the door as we urged her to. 2:45am logic told us that this little Lassie might go find her home if she got out of this damn gym. Don’t judge me, I said I was delusional and confused. Neither had changed by this point. Here comes the surprise – this dog is no fucking Lassie. She ran into the basement, took a shit in front of us and ran right back up into the gym.

I made some headway with the dog by waving a treat in front of her face. We got into the friend zone as I rubbed her ears and neck. When I got up and walked away for a minute I realized we weren’t cool enough for her to move away from her spot behind the gym equipment. As I stood there telling her to come over to me, I saw something out of the corner of my right eye. Movement on the other side of the glass. Confused and delusional, my vision finally caught up to me.

There was an old, black homeless man standing towards me. He was looking at the dog, then slowly turned his head towards me. That cold wind was ruffling every fold on his coat and threatening to blow his hat off. Between myself and this dog stood a cup of water, a little dog food on a paper towel and some remnants of treats on the ground. The look in his eye and expression on his face said more than his words ever could. I understood him exactly. Disbelief that he could be walking through that bitter night, wondering where his next meal would come from and hoping he could get a bed at a shelter nearby. Hurt that this man on the other side of the glass was worried about this dog…a dog inside in the climate controlled gym…well taken care of… Was he so far gone that he was invisible compared to a lost dog?

Well, I was suddenly embarrassed at following this dog around. Had this been the man outside, I highly doubt the four of us would have reacted the same way we treated stupid, little Lassie. I went upstairs, reflecting on what just happened. I can still see him today. This is what prompted me to do some research on where all of the transient traffic alongside my building is headed. We have one of the biggest shelters in Dallas a few blocks away.

The Austin Street Center is doing some incredible work in our area. They’ll be receiving a lot of assistance from me and my family, especially this holiday season. I think we all need to take some time this week to be thankful for what we’ve got, but also to pay some respect to some who have lost nearly everything. Austin Street is a good place to start doing that for me.

 

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:

DALLAS BEER KITCHEN WILL BE OPEN FRIDAY, JUNE 21

Fulfilling a lifelong dream, the owners of Dallas Beer Kitchen – Joe & Michelle Scribner and Bryan & Treva Kaeser – will be opening at 1802 Greenville Ave., Ste. 110 on Friday, June 21, 2013. They will be open 4p-12a on Friday and 12p-12a on Saturday and Sunday. DBK will have 30 craft beer taps and elevated, creative bar food. The 30 taps will include selections that are frequently hard to find elsewhere. The food includes a top of the line burger made out of ground brisket under cheddar and bourbon bacon, a meatloaf sandwich topped with onion strings on a salt and pepper bun and things as simple as Pop Tarts and ice cream.  Dallas Beer Kitchen would like to invite everyone to come by this weekend, drink some beers and have a few plates of food!

Impeccable Customer Service.

Excellent Food and Beverage.

Comfortable Atmosphere.

Dallas Beer Kitchen

1802 Greenville Ave. Ste. 110

Dallas, TX 75206

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Dallas Beer Kitchen is now hiring experienced servers with knowledge of craft beer and the local scene. We’re looking to build a strong reputation of the best customer service in Dallas – only the best of the best will be hired! Know anyone who’s interested?

Email your resume here…

Thanks for helping us get some great people!

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Thank you InspYre Life for the image and the work you do.

I came across a great guy about 7 years ago or so named William Mathieson. He’s a Marine that has an excellent spirit and authenticity that most people lack and admire. He’s started a project with the goal of helping non-profits raise money, like he’s been doing for Toys for Tots for years.

BDT: So, Big Will, what’s the story behind inspYrelife.com?

William: inSPYRE Life is a project of mine that I had been sitting on for sometime. The idea originated from the public’s response to my work ethic at the local fitness center. As you know, through our friendship, my road to recovery from all of the surgeries I have had, has been a long and hard fought battle. It appeared that each time I was ready to begin to rebuild my body, I would face another challenge. I would get my broken body up at 0500 and rumble to the gym every morning and put forth the best effort I could hoping that I would not have to face any additional down time. As I plugged away at getting stronger, I would get so lost in my own world of what my ‘New Normal” was that I was oblivious to the influence I was having on the people around me. The gym environment is one that breeds it’s own inspiration. To me, I was just another gym rat trying to tighten a few muscles and lose a bit of a spare tire. (I had ballooned up to 225lbs.) It wasn’t until a cold January day when I was approached by one of the members that I truly had an understanding of who I was becoming. I remember it very vividly as it made a huge impact on the way that I would conduct myself from that point forward.

My normal routine was to go in with my I-pod blaring through my ear buds and my blinders on with the exception of the next weight machine I was going to tackle next.

This particular morning I had attempted to do some treadmill work, which did not go very well. When I had enough, I stopped and stood there with, what probably appeared to the other members, a look of disappointment on my face (Remind you, I was still listening to my playlist at a bone jarring, Spinal Tap registering 11) when one of the members approached me and tapped me on the shoulder. Scared half to death, I ripped the air buds out of my ears and turned to see this face. This face that had obviously been waiting for the perfect moment to tell me something. She apologized for startling me and I, of course, told her that no apology was necessary. And then she said those words that changed my perspective forever. She looked me dead in the eye and said

“You know, there are mornings when the alarm goes off and I think to myself, I can miss today. It doesn’t matter. But then I think about the one legged Marine who shows up every morning and doesn’t complain or whine and suddenly I am inspired to get here and get to work. So, I just wanted you to know that you inspire me.”

When someone offers you that information I think you have a responsibility to try and do something with it. My response to those people quickly turned to accountability. After thanking them for the compliment, I would put it back in their court. I have inspired them. Inspired them to do what? Once they walk out the door, does the inspiration go with them or do they leave it at the Gym door and pick it up, again, when they arrive the next morning. So when I came home, I did so with a very heavy heart, realizing for the first time that my Handicap was actually something much more. It was a huge opportunity. An opportunity to try and give the world a way to do more with some very powerful words. My challenge was to find a way to give people an outlet to not only tell someone how they are inspired but to also show them. How was I going to accomplish this? What could I bring to the table? It really didn’t take long (24 hours) to conceptualize that I wanted to accomplish this through a charitable donation or through purchasing a gift and sending it to them.

I sat awake that night thinking of how. How could I make a difference? In the span of two days I had drawn the logo and jotted down, a very raw, business plan of what I wanted the inSPYRE Life brand to represent. I wanted to make it all about the people in life that we seldom see. The people who inspire us everyday from a far. Then I stepped back and realized that inspiration does not necessarily have to come from someone. Some people find inspiration in places they have visited or a spiritual experience they may have had.

In short, the drawing went to a graphic designer who turned into an image and then I created the web site, Social media and the store so that there was some substance to it. I was very careful not to release any images until I had filed for my Trademark. I am not a cynical person but I do know the necessities of protecting one’s self image.

The web site has been designed the way it is on purpose. I wanted it to be very simple to navigate and for the user to be able to find what they need as quickly as the needed to. Not a lot of flashy bells and whistles.

The ultimate goal of inSPYRE Life is to make it into a non-for Profit organization. As it stands now, 20% of the proceeds from the gross sale (before taxes) will be donated to the charity chosen by the customer. In the easily navigated Store, there is a drop down menu that lists various certified charities that one can choose from. How does this differ from some organizations? Many offers that are similar will donate a portion of the PROFITS. For me it was important to put less in my pocket and more into the beneficiaries pocket. As the Company begins to make a profit, then the percentage donated will begin to rise accordingly.

BDT: So who all is involved in making this a success?

William: Who is inSPYRED Life? For now, it is just my wife, Amy, and I. We have not gone out and searched for any Capital investors as we feel that it would take away from our donation margin. Also, an investor is more concerned with his return and not necessarily on the human return that may come from it. I just don’t think that our plan is appealing enough to investors who would like a more substantial R.O.I.

BDT: What can we expect from you and Amy in the future?

William: inSPYRE Life, currently, is run from home and will be until the foreseeable future. The only thing we would have to move for is warehouse space. All the website management, Virtual Store front, and accounting can all be done from the house. When the business becomes more well known and the inventory outgrows our house, we will then look to move into a proper facility. There are NO plans to open any retail outlets or to have a store presence of any kind. This, again, would take money away from the charities due to the Cost of Doing Business.

So, you just spent 5 minutes reading this and feel more awesome having done so – take two minutes to go give some money! Thanks!

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GO! Well, almost.

Things are progressing quite smoothly at our new place, Dallas Beer Kitchen. We’d like to post our new email address for interview and sales requests. Please reach us at -

DallasBeerKitchen@gmail.com

And Like us at -

Facebook.com/DallasBeerKitchen

We’ll also be happy to give out our numbers, but not here! There’s some creepy people on the internet, especially those blogger folks! ;) Speaking of that, we are to the point that we’d like to offer some people a chance to come check the place out. We’re not open for business, but the inside is quickly coming together. So, if you’d like to come by for an interview and a couple of free beers – let us know and we’ll schedule some time for you to run by some evening. Interviews will be cross-posted right here on the same day as you post them. Next week we plan on posting some pictures of our own and some more details around what we’re here to offer. SO – if you want to be first to market, contact us soon!

Impeccable Customer Service.

Excellent Food and Beverage.

Comfortable Atmosphere.

Dallas Beer Kitchen

1802 Greenville Ave. Ste. 110

Dallas, TX 75206

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dbk under construction Well, sorry for the lack of posts lately, but we’ve been incredibly busy putting Dallas Beer Kitchen together! Things are coming along nicely! If you follow us on Facebook, you’ve seen that the permits have been acquired and work has officially begun! We look forward to having a beer with you soon!

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panama backpackWell, day one of Mission: Panama started out well. So the number one [and two] question we get – “What…Panama? Why?”

It’s a pretty simple reason. My dad was dying and in the hospital in July of 2011, where I had some long conversations with him. One of those conversations was about his favorite place on Earth. As an avid traveler, I was curious what that would be, since he visited lots of different places. When asked, he answered without hesitation – “Panama.” And my “Why?” makes perfect sense if you were to have known him. And I’m sorry you didn’t.

Well, his reasoning encompassed a few different things – first and foremost, blonde latinas. Not the scenery you were thinking of, was it? He also loved the ocean, which probably has something to do with those blonde latinas again. But, I truly know from all of the trips we took to the coast that my dad could swim like a fish and loved diving into the waves. He’d be out there forever. He loved it so much I can’t believe that he didn’t request to have his ashes spread at sea.

So here begins my trip to understand the dreams of my father and walk in his footsteps a bit.

Night 1 started in this shithole of a craft beer pub in Panama City.

Night 1 started in this shithole of a craft beer pub in Panama City.

If ever you find yourself in Panama City, do not – I repeat, do not – visit Istmo Brew Pub. Looks cool, sounds cool, cabbies love it, but they don’t know shit. It smells like water trash outside on the patio, the beer tastes like cigar ash and the food is worse than microwavable dinners…please god, I would give a fortune for a Patio burrito in this fucking place. Now, there was an upside – Gerard Butler was partying at the table next to us. Random, very random…

Onto the storied Canal.

Onto the storied Canal.

What trip to Panama would be complete without a visit to the glorious Panama Canal? Well, we made it our first destination. Lots of tourists everywhere with different languages bouncing around, but don’t believe the word that English is typical. Maybe on the other side of the country by Costa Rica, but not by the City. Spanish is not only the official language people, it is the only language. We stretched our muy poquito Espanol to it’s limit, beginning here. The locks were utterly amazing to see in action. They managed to push some monster ships through there, very comfortably.

The robots that lead the ships through the locks.

The robots that lead the ships through the locks.

The Gatun Locks.

The Gatun Locks.

In another part of the Canal, there’s a drawbridge that allows you drive across the bottom. Not expected, but incredibly welcome when it’s this big of a surprise. We were just on our way up north to Colon! Speaking of which…stay…the…FUCK…away from Colon. Locals don’t go there in the daylight.

View of Panama City from Cerro Ancon.

View of Panama City from Cerro Ancon.

Ancon Hill is the highest point within the city, which can give you an amazing view atop it’s 654 feet. Fairly steep, it can be a decent hike for a determined walker or a quick cab ride for one who isn’t able. I tried to bribe my way onto the radio tower on top of the hill, but they weren’t having it. Who knew bribes weren’t taken in Central America? From here, we went back down the hill, laid on a plush green lawn and read a book for a little while. If it sounds like a little piece of heaven, you’re correct…

A view of the Canal from Ancon.

A view of the Canal from Ancon.

And a view of the Bridge of Americas, built in 1962.

And a view of the Bridge of Americas, built in 1962.

The entrance to Ancon. Lay down, rest your head on your backpack and read that book you've been meaning to finish. Um...perfect.

The entrance to Ancon. Lay down, rest your head on your backpack and read that book you’ve been meaning to finish. Um…perfect.

Sometime soon, we’ll recap the second day we spent in Panama. Hope you’ve liked the photos so far and can see how special this country is.

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Yes you read that right!  After months of preparation and due diligence the Best Damn Things foursome have finally secured a lease and work on the area’s newest craft beer and food destination known as Dallas Beer Kitchen has commenced.

Located at 1804 Greenville Ave next to Good Records, Dallas Beer Kitchen is on tap to anchor the quickly growing craft beer mecca forming on Lowest Greenville Avenue in Dallas.

Dallas Beer Kitchen will retain a meticulously curated beer program and offer some of the city’s best bar food served by a down-to-earth, knowledgeable staff.

With an impressive, ever-changing selection of 30 imported, domestic and local micro-brews on draught and many more by the bottle, we plan to be the headquarters for craft beer lovers in Dallas.

While Dallas Beer Kitchen will boast a carefully selected list of only the best beers, that doesn’t mean we will fall short on our food.  Utilizing fresh local ingredients, our made-from-scratch daily menu will have something to please every palate and set the standard in pairing fun food with beer.

(Expect awesomeness such as Brisket Burgers, Movie Theater Popcorn, Tellicherry Pepper Ribs and Fried Biscuits!)

Inside Dallas Beer Kitchen the great conversation, properly served pints, friendly and knowledgeable service and terrific food will all be accented by the beautiful historic building, circa 1930.

We are slated to open spring of 2013.

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