Comments on: It Happened Last Night

By: Jerry Bowles

Jerry Bowles — Fri, 08 Jun 2012 12:07:13 +0000

When I was a kid I would trot down to our mailbox on the “hard road” every morning to pick up the Beckley Post-Herald so I could read Earl Wilson’s column called “It Happened Last Night.” What a great life, I thought, staying up late, hobnobbing with movie stars, eating out in glamorous restaurants every night. I’m sure that early imprinting was why I went in journalism and came to New York. When we moved into this building about 40 years ago, Mr. Wilson and his BW (as he called his wife) were neighbors. I discovered that he rarely went out at all and that his columns were assembled from press releases and spoonfed “tips” telephoned in to his assistant from publicists. Alas, it was not my last disillusionment. That’s earl, brother.

By: Jerry Bowles

Jerry Bowles — Fri, 08 Jun 2012 12:05:46 +0000

I can tolerate Ardbeg in a pinch. The photo was taken with my handy iPhone which has become the Swiss Army Knife of the ADD Generation. Are you in New York now? I owe you guys a nice dinner. Call me, please. p.s. “R. David…” Rebranding?

By: R. David Salvage

R. David Salvage — Thu, 07 Jun 2012 23:37:56 +0000

Lagavullin’s good, but Ardbeg is better. (Bowmore’s . . . creative.) Anyhow, that’s a great picture of Frank.

By: Jerry Bowles

Jerry Bowles — Thu, 07 Jun 2012 16:55:04 +0000

BTW, Frank is drinking Bowmore Darkest. If you know what that is, you have very expensive drinking habits. (I’m a Lagavulin man, myself)