I mentioned yesterday that I get 50 to 100 or so hits each day on my blog. Some posts get considerably more than others, and it’s largely impossible for me to predict if they will be well-read. If I knew what it was that draws a reading crowd, I would write about it more often. I’m narrowing it down to boredom and the barometric pressure. Anyhoo, one of my more popular blogs in the recent past was the one about my Whiskey Education Program. I prefaced the whole thing by explaining that I was curious to know what NYC Police Commissioner Frank Reagan drank on Blue Bloods. Whatever it was, I thought, I wanted to look just like him (without the mustache). I got an email from a reader who had stumbled upon my blog because he googled what is Frank Reagan drinking at home. It’s a comfort to me to learn that I’m not the only goofball in the world who wants to know things like that. My new friend went on to say that he is a bourbon drinker, having grown up in Kentucky. He concluded by asking me if I ever figured out what kind of whiskey Frank drank. Well, the other night, we were watching an episode of Blue Bloods, and Frank began pouring whiskey from a bottle. I immediately grabbed the remote and froze the screen. Like a madwoman, I rushed to the television and saw that he was drinking Finnerty’s. Finnerty’s? Bill got right on it and found an article that explained that Finnerty’s was, in fact, a fake whiskey with a label that resembles a real whiskey brand. That is apparently the way they roll in Hollywood. My education program, by the way, is coming along nicely, and I use real whiskey.
Last fall when Bill and I arrived in AZ, one of the first things I did was take a tray of cookies over to my neighbor, Patsy. She is maybe in her late 70s or early 80s, and is as nice as can be. I wanted to thank her for giving me a call over the summer to tell us that our drip system appeared to have sprung a leak and was spewing water. As a result of her phone call, we were able to get it fixed quickly, thanks to Patsy and Jen’s son-in-law Mark. When I delivered the cookies, Patsy invited me in to show me her latest money-making endeavor. Having never really talked to her before for any length of time, I wasn’t familiar with any of her previous endeavors, but I’m always willing to give some time to a nice person. She has turned her den into a sewing room, where she pounds out these quite cute billfolds. She happily gave me one free of charge just for being a nice neighbor……
I can’t tell you how many people have commented on this billfold, wanting to know where I got it. So yesterday I went over to see Patsy because a woman in a shop I had been to earlier in the day loved the billfold so much that she gave me her phone number and asked if I would have Patsy give her a call. Patsy was pleased as punch, and being a much better marketer than I, has had cards made. She gave me a few cards so that I can pass them out when people ask about my billfold. Patsy might be another Kate Spade in the making.
I might need to really step up my marketing efforts to pay for the new air conditioner we had installed yesterday. Our air conditioner was original to the house, meaning it was 10 years old. We had coaxed and babied it as much as we could, but realized that the time had come to dig deep into our pockets and install a new (as my grandmother would say) cooling system. Man, there are a lot of things I would prefer to do with that money, and I know Jen feels the same way. We aren’t here during the really hot months, but even in April, we need to run the air conditioner for at least part of the day. Our yard was certainly a mess for a while yesterday. We must have been the talk…..