I stood out on the front porch for about a half hour this morning, just standing there and drinking coffee, and saw a lot of our neighbors.

They'd walk out into the yard and wave and smile.

Everybody seemed like they were in a really good mood.

And then we went down to vote and we stood in line for a little bit over an hour and saw some people we knew, saw some other people that seemed like they were in a good

mood and happy to see us and they smiled and waved and we waved back and then we went to a local

restaurant here in east Nashville to have a little bit of lunch afterwards and ran into a few friends

there saw some other people but people were waving and smiling and laughing and we came back home and it just felt like a really, really nice morning in East Nashville.

But I got to looking and I realized that I went all over town and spent the entire morning in

public with my fly unzipped.

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Oh Hi, friends. This is Otis Gibbs, and you're listening to Thanks for Giving a Damn.

This is a personal journal. It's a bit of an experiment. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I decided to do it anyway.

This show is founded with the idea that there are only two people in art that matter.

There's the creative individual and the person experiencing it, and everything else is an

artificial filter.

This is a way for me to share things with you guys without any filters whatsoever.

I'm sitting here in my living room in East

Nashville, Tennessee, and I have my cat in my lap. This is Frankie. Maybe you can hear

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