daily affirmation
I drink a lot of whisky, and when I do, I like to drink Dewars (though finances often dictate a visit with Mr. Evan Williams), so discovering this amazingly cool ad for Dewars painted on the side of a building across the street from my apartment felt like some kind of blessing of my move to New York (to contrast the screaming panic generated by the economic collapse that happened two days after I arrived). And not only do I drink Dewars, but the advice extoled by the ad fit so perfectly with my general disposition, with the Los Angeles existence from which I had just departed. This was exemplified by my LA friend, Tommy, who, in fact, introduced me to Dewars, specifically the drink Dewars and soda, which was, as he claimed, exceptionally refreshing. The kind of drink one might have in the club house after a round of golf (and while I don’t golf, I can appreciate the idea). Tommy is a lot of things (guitar god, enabler, hockey phenom, hedonist, uncle) but above all things, the guy is mellow. And after leaving that LA mellowness and heading into the heart of braggadocio, it’s nice to have another mellow Tommy in my life.