The epitaph on Ernest Hemingway’s memorial quotes (roughly) from a eulogy he wrote for one of his friends.  It reads:

Best of all he loved the fall
The leaves yellow on the cottonwoods
Leaves floating on the trout streams
And above the hills
The high blue windless skies
Now he will be a part of them forever
.”

There is no more appropriate sentiment to wrap up my feelings about the seasons.  Of course, mine would have to say, “Best of all, he loved his family,” – but if it weren’t for them, I would wholeheartedly agree with Pappa.

The best time of year is looming just over the horizon.  I felt it this morning.  In the morning, there was a hint of moisture and coolness that said, “Just hold on a few more weeks, I’m almost there.”  Grab your tent, build a campfire and fix a steaming hot cup of coffee.  Hold your feet to the fire and breath deeply, because this is rare.

Some people live for spring and summer, and I’m not immune to the giddy joy that comes with hot days, blooming flowers, glaring sun, screaming kids and romps in the ocean.  But fall feels like the moment you hit the bed after an 18-hour work day.  Cold sheets when you first climb into bed.  It is the release of everything hectic and hard.  It is a big sigh of relief with a warm embrace.  It is a comfortable sweatshirt and cold dew on the grass that completely wets your bare feet and leaves that crunch and smells one-hundred times better than the most expensive perfume.  It is the violins that kick in after the first verse of “Yesterday” by the Beatles.  It is unshaven, grown up and mature … it signifies ends and beginnings.  It’s sad, but comforting.

Spring is happy and fun.  Summer is living and playing hard.  Winter is refreshing.  But fall, oh fall, it is the time to relax, release and renew.  It can be found on a hike, a hunting trip, a nighttime football game, a drive with the windows open and darkness that falls before dinner.  It surprises you when you’re least expecting it – and you know life gets no better than that.  It is orange and brown, crisp and cool and real.  It is bright blue skies almost entirely covered with huge, dark-bottomed clouds and a brisk wind blowing the leaves from the trees.

“Best of all, he loved the fall.”  Yes Poppa, you got it right one last time.  We should not be surprised.

 

I will say nothing more about this … other than watch.

 

My oldest son subscribes to a number of magazines I used to get when I was younger.  You can typically find GQ, Esquire, Interview and countless other magazines floating around our home.  We also get National Geographic, a handful of photography magazines, and my wife subscribes to a number of home and regional publications.

I typically thumb through all of them, but still like GQ better than most.  The writing is typically pretty good, the content fairly interesting and the fashion content is usually applicable to regular guys — unlike the fashion content of publications like Interview that can only be pulled off by New York fashion models and artists.

As a lifelong marketing guy, I always pay attention to ads — and clothing ads are always fun.  It’s all about lifestyle, image, branding and creating a “personality” for something that is completely inanimate.  When you cut to the chase, pants are pants, suits are suits and shirts are shirts.  But in the world of fashion marketing, your suit can say you are a hip young entrepreneur or a smart techno-geek, depending on the cut, the material and what you wear with it.  And the props … I just LOVE the props.

Recently, I’ve watched as Tommy Hilfiger has tried to become Ralph Lauren.  It’s actually quite humorous when you look at their ads side-by-side.  Case in point …

Ralph Lauren ad (left) and Hilfiger ad (right)

While Ralph Lauren has absolutely owned the squeaky-clean, preppy, all-American look for decades, Hilfiger has shifted from over-sized baggy pants with huge logos down the leg (popular with rap artists and inner-city youth) to “Tommy Sport,” a now defunct line of more casual clothing.  In recent months, it appears that what Tommy now wants to be is Ralph Lauren.  The only problem is that Ralph is a much better Ralph than Tommy will ever be.

I am not a fashionista – but I do like clothing and I love watching how companies market themselves.  As is the case with cars, food, housewares and appliances, the originals are typically better than the knock-offs that are trying to play catch-up.

I’ll stick with Ralph Lauren.

 

Evel Knievel was my hero as a kid.  As an adult, I got to work with and spend time with him.  I drove him around in my car, sat and talked to him in hotel rooms, made stops at mini-marts to purchase No-Doze for him (when he was extremely sick and still doing four-hour autograph sessions with fans), and — yes — I did put on the helmet and white leather jacket with the red, white and blue “V” on the front when he wasn’t looking.  You can read more about Evel Knievel and me here.

Chuck Klosterman recently wrote the following about Evel Knievel and I believe it might be the best thing ever written about the World’s Greatest Daredevil:

Evel Knievel

I’m not sure Evel Knievel was a great athlete.  He was certainly “athletic” (in that he could rodeo-ride and ski jump and pole vault and play semi-pro hockey), and no reasonable man would dispute the veracity of his “greatness” (he remains the most famous daredevil in the world, despite being dead).  But is jumping over things on a machine — or more accurately, failing to jump over things on a machine — a reflection of athletic prowess?  Probably not.  If he were alive, though, I’d never say that to Evel because he might beat me with a baseball bat.

Once, long ago, a foolish man named Shelly Saltman wrote a book accusing Evel Knievel of being an abusive person.  Around the time of the book’s release, both of Knievel’s arms were in medical casts (he had crashed during a jump in Chicago).  Yet these injuries did not stop Evel from heading to California and clubbing Saltman with a Louisville Slugger, shattering the writer’s left arm and right wrist.  Just think about that: a man with two recently broken arms breaking another guy’s arm in the light of day on a studio lot in Los Angeles.

This hardly advances Evel Knievel’s claim of athletic greatness; we’d never view Ron Artest as better than Chris Paul simply because he’s more insane.  But revenge reflects the spirit of athletic desire, just as trying to jump an Idaho canyon on a Skycycle reflects the spirit of unadulterated personal confidence.  Nobody was ever scared of less than Evel Knievel.  The world is both safer and more depressing without him.  And how many “great athletes” can you say that about?

 

(From AckermannWire) Knoxville, Tenn. – Cathy Ackermann, president and CEO of Ackermann PR, announced today that Rick Laney has been promoted to Vice President, Ackermann PR, effective immediately.

Rick Laney

With two decades of senior-level marketing management experience – combined with a background in print and broadcast journalism – Laney has a clear understanding of both marketing strategy and communications expertise.  He has won statewide journalism awards in Ohio and Tennessee and garnered 20 ADDY Awards.  Laney has been at Ackermann PR as a Senior Account Executive since 2008 and oversees the travel and tourism practice area for the firm.  His clients include Wilderness at the Smokies resort, Titanic Museum Attraction, Water Magic, Cellular Sales Verizon Wireless, among others.

“Since joining Ackermann PR, Rick Laney has worked to establish very strong relationships with our clients,” said Cathy Ackermann.  “He always strives to consistently and enthusiastically exceed expectations for our clients as well as for our company.  We appreciate the strong leadership and innovation he brings to every project.”

For the past three decades, Ackermann PR has been one of Tennessee’s premier public relations and marketing firms.  With offices in Dallas, Washington, D.C. and Knoxville, Ackermann PR is one of only two public relations firms in Tennessee listed as one of the nation’s “Top 100” by PR Week Magazine.

 

Blane Bachelor at Sapphire

I helped a friend from Atlanta out with a Knoxville book promotion this week.

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. – Humor columnist Blane Bachelor is used to having people ask whether Bachelor is her real last name.  Indeed it is – and it’s also the inspiration behind her first book, On Being a Bachelor: Thoughts on Dating, Mating and Relating (Virgil Press, Inc.), officially released this month.

Blane, who also writes for People.com, Women’s Health, Sherman’s Travel, and several other publications, signed copies of her book on Thurs., Sept. 2, 2010 at Sapphire (428 South Gay Street in Knoxville) starting at 4:30 p.m. During the event, Sapphire offered a number of specials and promotions (thanks Aaron !!). Popular blues singer Seth Walker performed at Sapphire at 9 p.m. after Bachelor’s book signing.

For two years, Bachelor’s column, “On Being a Bachelor,” was among the top-read stories in The Sunday Paper, an alternative weekly newspaper in Atlanta. Readers – whether they were male or female, married or single – loved Bachelor’s brutal honesty about matters of the heart (and other, um, organs) that they could relate to. And because she made them laugh.

Jamie Lynn (WATE), Michele (WVLT), Jennifer (B97.5) and Blane

A real-life “Carrie Bradshaw,” Bachelor is accustomed to comparisons between her own career path and that of the famed relationship writer and star of “Sex and the City.”  Although Bachelor understands the parallels, she is quick to point out that Bradshaw’s lifestyle is a bit far-fetched.

“First of all – a freelance writer with a closet full of Prada and Manolos?” Bachelor says. “Yeah, right. But there are some parallels between us. Though my style is a bit snarkier, Carrie was never afraid to put it all out there to connect with readers on matters of the heart. I like to think I’ve done the same thing.”

Bachelor’s top columns appear in On Being a Bachelor. The book is “a must-read for anyone who has been on a date – or just lived to tell about it,” says Colleen Oakley, a former Marie Claire senior editor.

Watch for coverage of Blane’s book signing in the Knoxville News Sentinel, Knoxville Magazine, CityView Magazine, on WBIR and on WVLT.  Blane’s book is also this months “Book of the Month” on B97.5 in Knoxville (thanks Jennifer !!).

Check Blane’s personal website out here and her book website out here.  While you’re checking it out, order a copy of her book – you won’t be disappointed.

 

Kirk Cameron in Marietta, Ga. last weekend

We had another event with Kirk Cameron and Warren Barfield last weekend in Marietta, Georgia.  More than 4,000 people turned out for this one and, as usual, Kirk and Warren were awesome.  In coming weeks, we’ll be in Alabama, Florida and Oklahoma — then we’re done for 2010.  We’re currently working out the details of 2011, but we will continue to do the LOVE WORTH FIGHTING FOR tour across the country.  We have raised tens of thousands of dollars for charities that help those in need and, at the same time, brought some some helpful information to people about relationships, marriage and family.

Feed Your Faith’s LOVE WORTH FIGHTING FOR tour will be in Huntsville, Alabama on Saturday, September 18, 2010 at the Whitesburg Baptist Church.  The event has two sessions – an afternoon matinee session from 1 – 4:30 p.m. and an evening session from 7 – 10:30 p.m.

Kirk Cameron at the LOVE WORTH FIGHTING FOR TOUR

For more information about LOVE WORTH FIGHTING TOUR featuring Kirk Cameron and Warren Barfield LIVE at Whitesburg Baptist Church, 6806 Whitesburg Drive South in Huntsville, Alabama, or to order your tickets, visit www.FeedYourFaith.org. Tickets range from $17.50 to $35 each and are available as reserved seats or general admission for singles, couples, and groups of 10 or more.

Feed Your Faith was started five years ago by Mike Williams. His concept was simple: Bring in the best and brightest Christian speakers, authors and musicians to spiritually feed believers while raising money to physically feed those in need. Four years ago, Williams was joined by Rick Laney, co-director of Feed Your Faith and today the ministry is still a two-man operation. Feed Your Faith has worked with nationally known writers and music groups including Kirk Cameron, Warren Barfield, Lee Strobel (former legal editor of the Chicago Tribune and author of The Case for Christ), author Mark Middleberg, DecembeRadio, Decyfer Down and Sanctus Real (Dove Award winning Christian Rock and Alternative band), needtobreath and Sarah Reeves. To date, Feed Your Faith has raised tens of thousands of dollars for charities throughout the Southeast United States.

 

Payment Station

A few years ago, Leigh and I took the kids to Indian Boundary Campground down off the Cherohala Skyway to camp, kayak, hike and swim for the weekend.  For those not familiar with this area of the Cherokee National Forest, it’s as beautiful as the Great Smoky Mountains, maybe a bit better-kept, and far less crowded even during holiday weekends.  It’s also one of the few areas where you can throw up a tent next to a beautiful lake, tie your kayak or canoe out and take three steps from your tent to your kayak before taking a nice trip around the lake to watch the sun come up.

The Cherohala Skyway is about an hour from our home (about the same as the entrances to the Smokies).  Other than the (sometimes) obnoxious motorcyclists, it’s just about the perfect place for Knoxville families to have fun in the outdoors without fighting hours of tourist traffic.

Indian Boundary Campground has a beach and swimming area near the lake where people who aren’t camping there can still come and play.  While campers pay the normal camp site fees, those who just want to swim and play in the lake can pay a day rate (I think it’s $5 per car).  Like many park and campgrounds, payment at Indian Boundary is on the honor system.  A small pay station or “fee box” is located at the entrance with a sign telling you what the day-use fee is.  No one monitors the collection box.

While walking through the parking lot, I watched as an elderly couple – probably in their 70s – fetched their towels, coolers and beach blankets from the trunk of their car.  They must have been a bit hard of hearing because they were speaking VERY LOUD.

Their conversation went like this:

Elderly Woman – “Honey, you need to go and put $5 in that box over there.”

Elderly Man – “I’m not putting $5 in anything.”

Elderly Woman – “But it says we have to pay $5 to swim here.”

Elderly Man – “They like you to pay $5, but you don’t have to pay $5.”

 

For the past 25 years, I have been on a never-ending quest.  Long before the terms “man-purse” and “murse” became popular, I carried bags.  Even though they were never standard briefcases, I always called them “briefcases” or “bags,” but they were clearly my equivalent of a purse.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always thought that if I could find the “right” bag, my life would immediately be orderly and controllable.  The proper combination of cell phone holders, pen pockets, laptop protection, room for my water bottles, maybe a camera on occasion, a New York Yankees baseball hat, a few notebooks and whatever book I was reading at the time, a padded shoulder strap AND (very important) a well-made handle, and – like magic – I would be good-to-go in any situation.  My life would be complete.  A place for everything and everything in its place.

Ryan Reynolds and "the" bag

To tell you how out of control my obsession is, I spent weeks (literally) on Google trying to figure out what kind of bag Ryan Reynolds carried in the movie “The Proposal” with Sandra Bullock.  I can’t remember much about that movie (except the scene where Sandra Bullock dances in the woods with Betty White to “Get Low”), but I can tell you all about the leather and green canvas messenger bag Ryan Reynolds carried in about three scenes.

As a disclaimer, I spent the first twenty years of my career traveling about 70 to 75 percent of the time by air.  At least three or four days every week, I lived out of bags.  If it wasn’t in my suitcase or briefcase, I simply didn’t have it.  I say this as a feeble attempt to justify my obsession and the amount of money I have spent on bags.

Now, let’s talk about bags.   The criteria I used to justify the bags I purchased included; (a) it had to LOOK awesome and manly, (b) it had to have POCKETS and places for everything, and, (c) it had to be the right size for my 5’ 7” body.  As I searched for the perfect bag, I became a connoisseur all things man purse.  An expert in all things simultaneously manly and purse-ly.  You would be hard-pressed to name a bag that I can’t give you the dimensions for, how much it weighs, and tell you the complete history of the company that manufactures it.

Now let me drop some knowledge on you.  Here are the best-of-the-best.  Bags I have owned and bags I still drool over but have never actually shelled out a week’s salary for.  If you love me, feel free to use this as my Christmas and/or birthday list, I will gladly provide you with a shipping address if you’re feeling generous.

The J. Peterman Gladstone Bag (No. 1006) – This was the FIRST awesome bag I ever purchased and may, to this day, be the best guy-bag ever created.  It was from the J. Peterman catalog and I was a complete victim of the way they wrote their catalog.  The catalog said, Try looking in the attic first.  You don’t have one?   Then it’s time maybe to go to the secret barn. Somewhere there is one.  And it’s filled with everything.  Look … there under that huge pile of saddles and hats … You trip on something. What is it? A leather suitcase of some kind.  You lift it by its handles. It has old European hotel stickers on it. You grab it and practically run…you’ll come back to the barn some other time…

In broad daylight you examine it. A beautiful, mellow old leather Gladstone. (That’s what they used to call them.) Rather defiantly and ruggedly old-fashioned looking. Strong enough to go down the Nile, across the Alps, through the Canal, over the oceans, but still small enough to carry aboard a plane. A thing like this would cost a fortune these days…”

For a mere $385, it was mine (today it sells for $598).  Other than my family, I may love this bag more than anything else in my life.

Mulholland Brothers Angler’s Bag After purchasing the J. Peterman Gladstone bag, I found that it was actually made for J. Peterman by a San Francisco-based company called Mulholland Brothers.  All of the Mulholland Brothers’ products are hand-made (literally).  And, much to my surprise (and my wife’s dismay), they also made OTHER bags !!  While I was on a business trip to San Francisco in the 1990s, I looked them up, tracked them down, and approached their doorway as if I were entering a holy site (I still think that their operation is a holy site).  I believe it should be required that one remove his shoes before walking into Mulholland Brothers.   I walked out with the Mulholland Brothers Angler’s Bag in “stout” leather.  Like the Gladstone bag, it was made of saddle leather (the kind that will last about 1,000 years and still look awesome).  For the next decade, I could rarely be found without this bag hanging from my shoulder.  It racked up approximately 1.5 million air miles – for real – with United and US Airways and still looked like new.  It was the perfect size and was about as important to me as my right arm.  They still make this bag for $495.

Timbuk2 Messenger Bags – For the past few years, I have been using a Timbuk2 Messenger bag (I have two of them).  They make high-quality, sporty bags that hold up very well, but (in my opinion) they will never compare to other bags I have known.  I love them, but I am not IN love with them.

Which brings us to my next bag.  There are three companies I am currently considering to build my next “perfect” bag.  They are:

Saddleback Leather Company – This company makes an awesome bag in a variety of sizes and colors.  All of them are manly, durable and unbelievably beautiful.  I’m extremely partial to the large satchel in “chestnut” leather.

Roots – Although Roots is a Canadian company, I can still say this bag was made in the U.S. since Canada is really just a big suburb of America.  They make nice, high-quality stuff and their prices are better than most of the bags I fall for.  Their “Old School” bag and “Cargo Messenger” are on my list of possibilities.

Col. Littleton Satchel

Col. Littleton – The real object of my lust right now is actually made right here in Tennessee.  Just south of Nashville, there is a company called Col. Littleton that produces some of the most unbelievable leather goods I have ever seen (and I’ve seen most … if not all of them).  You need to check out their web site.  Read about the Colonel (his office is a Civil War tent that still has bullet holes in it).  Look at their bags.  Wipe the slobber off of your keyboard … and then order the No. 37 Satchel for me.  Please.

The last thing I will say about my very real problem with bags is that part of the reason I like these things is that they will long out-live me (or anyone else who carries one).  In today’s world – with email, throw-away pens, cheaply-made clothing, and electronic equipment that is designed to be obsolete within a few years – there is something comforting about owning an item that your grandkids can fight over years from now.  Does anyone actually have anything nowadays that could truly be called an heirloom?  If so, consider yourself lucky.

 

LeBron James

For the record, I was born and raised in Akron, Ohio.  I love LeBron James.   I followed his high school career and was absolutely thrilled that he gave our hometown Cleveland Cavaliers seven great years (seven of their best years).  I completely understand the outrage people in Northeastern Ohio have over his departure.  But (and it’s a big but – not the kind Sir Mix-A-Lot sings about) I do not think he made a bad decision by “taking his talents to South Beach” as he announced he would do on Thursday evening.  I think he made the right decision for all of the right reasons.  It’s hard to say it’s “all about the money” when LeBron left more than $30 million on the table to go play in Miami — and don’t we all expect our greatest athletes to want to win championships?

Even after “The Fumble,” and “The Drive,” and – now – “The Decision,” burning players jerseys in the street is simply uncool.  Cleveland has had a tough go of it with professional sports, and frustration and let-down have always been part of being a Cleveland fan.  I know first-hand having grown up cheering desperately for the Browns (during the Brian Sipe and Bernie Kosar years) and the Cavs and the Indians.  Although I still root for Cleveland in pro sports, I have to admit that the Tennessee Volunteers, now my hometown team,  provide far less frustration and let-down in spite of their shortcomings (plus, Neyland Stadium is FAR warmer in October and November than Lakefront Stadium ever was in the 80s and early 90s).

If there was humor to be found in the fiasco surrounding LeBron’s departure, it was in Cleveland Cavalier’s owner Dan Gilbert’s open letter to the world on the Cav’s website posted the night of LeBron’s announcement.  As he belittled LeBron, called him names, and tried (unsuccessfully in my opinion) to reassure Cleveland fans that the Cavaliers are so much more than a single now-former superstar, he did so in a font that is typically associated with letters from grandma and 50-word book reports by third-graders that usually end with “I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really liked this book.”

Here is a screen capture from Gilbert’s letter, written in a nice dusty-blue, Comic Sans font.  You decide if this screams, “I am mad as HELL and I am coming back to DESTROY all other teams in the NBA next year.”

It feels to me like it it could have used a little smiley face at the end … maybe one with its tongue sticking out.

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