<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Book on Michael Barrow</title><link>https://blog.barrow.me/tags/book/</link><description>Recent content in Book on Michael Barrow</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>Michael Barrow</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 19:00:00 -0800</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.barrow.me/tags/book/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Who's that old guy?</title><link>https://blog.barrow.me/posts/whos-that-old-guy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 19:00:00 -0800</pubDate><guid>https://blog.barrow.me/posts/whos-that-old-guy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One Saturday afternoon several years ago, I sat at the bar of The Library Ale House in Santa Monica, CA with a good friend of mine. We were sipping our pints and chatting about a whole range of topics. After a while, I started talking smack &amp;ndash; definitely par for the course for a couple of guys gathered at a pub. My friend listened to my babbling for some time and when I paused, he exclaimed, &amp;ldquo;Hey, look at those two old guys!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>