My Uncle’s Sense of Style
From Will R, comes another much appreciated guest submission. Keep 'em coming.
In grade school, while the rest of my class yearned to hang out with Mickey Mouse and friends, I wanted nothing more than to spend school vacations at my aunt and uncle’s country club. We’d arrive at their house to the sweet sounds of our car tires crunching ground stone, past my uncle’s Jeep Grand Wagoneer with protruding fly rods and I’d barrel out of the car and through the front door into the arms of the best hosts an 8-year-old kid could ever dream of. Read More
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In grade school, while the rest of my class yearned to hang out with Mickey Mouse and friends, I wanted nothing more than to spend school vacations at my aunt and uncle’s country club. We’d arrive at their house to the sweet sounds of our car tires crunching ground stone, past my uncle’s Jeep Grand Wagoneer with protruding fly rods and I’d barrel out of the car and through the front door into the arms of the best hosts an 8-year-old kid could ever dream of. Read More
Why Boast?
From guest blogger Randy K.
A few weeks ago an iconic brand and purveyor of kick-ass shirts asked for some thoughts, memories, musings and words as to their product. Knowing that I desperately needed to write more it was not hard to sit and spit this out in a few minutes.... The re-emergence of Boast gave me pause to think back another generation, growing up in the 70's, a teenager in St. Louis. Read More
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A few weeks ago an iconic brand and purveyor of kick-ass shirts asked for some thoughts, memories, musings and words as to their product. Knowing that I desperately needed to write more it was not hard to sit and spit this out in a few minutes.... The re-emergence of Boast gave me pause to think back another generation, growing up in the 70's, a teenager in St. Louis. Read More
An Intriguing Boast Man
The guest submission series begins.
There is a successful series of commercials centered around a man dubbed "The Most Interesting Man in the World.' While he seems like a nice chap, he has nothing on the Boast Man. This mythical, yet real flesh and blood man, is the true torch (or should I say Japanese Maple) bearer. To start, I need to give some context of time and place. In the 1980's as a 13-year old I learned how to play tennis at a Playboy Club. Yes that's right, a Playboy Club (well, OK, to be fair, by the time I began playing tennis, Hef had shed the property to a large hotel chain). But, I do remember as a young kid being served lunch by the Bunnies, and the aroma of 7 and 7's, cheap perfume, and cigarettes still lingered in the dimly lit corridors.
Although owners changed, one thing remained a constant: "The Boast Man." Read More
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There is a successful series of commercials centered around a man dubbed "The Most Interesting Man in the World.' While he seems like a nice chap, he has nothing on the Boast Man. This mythical, yet real flesh and blood man, is the true torch (or should I say Japanese Maple) bearer. To start, I need to give some context of time and place. In the 1980's as a 13-year old I learned how to play tennis at a Playboy Club. Yes that's right, a Playboy Club (well, OK, to be fair, by the time I began playing tennis, Hef had shed the property to a large hotel chain). But, I do remember as a young kid being served lunch by the Bunnies, and the aroma of 7 and 7's, cheap perfume, and cigarettes still lingered in the dimly lit corridors.
Although owners changed, one thing remained a constant: "The Boast Man." Read More
