In Praise of Barter

Max wanted a copy of my book Sometimes a Great Movie. He’d read the novel, seen the movie, and so I dug one out of the truck and named my priceā€”a local porter. Max agreed and the deal was sealed in the middle of his pool game in Oregon Tavern Age country.

I love barter. It feels so much more honest than traditional purchasing methods. It’s face to face. It is a agreed upon. A handshake is usually involved. It’s off the grid.

I am happy to barter my books and/or author coaching services and existential crisis counseling to anyone reading this post. Just let me know. Could be a hair cut, smoked salmon, artwork, music, car repair, items from the garden. It’s a good thing to have barter in your life.