From Austerity to Inebriety ~ An Evening of Good Cheer
Posted by adminMar 9
THE VERY EVENING before this fine day, I met with some colleagues to discuss a topic which I am currently not at liberty to share as it is a matter of the utmost secrecy, and moreover unimportant to the aim of this periodical. The weather being unusually mild, we three adjourned on the patio of a café on the opposite side of town from my estate. Three pints of ale were tasted to their bottoms and replenished, a process which at length converted a meeting of austerity to one of inebriety. It was a fine night for intemperance as I have little on my calendar to-day. However, by virtue of those who daily depend on it, this publication has become a task of high-priority from which I cannot allow one night of merrymaking to divert my focus. It is a monster which I have created to which I must continually supply sustenance – a Good monster that is.
Returning to the evening, there was an encounter which stands out between the clouds in my mind. It was with an old acquaintance named Mr. Jack Lawrence. A couple of years had passed since I had been in his presence in which time he had made quite a name for himself as the bass player for an ensemble named The Raconteurs. In association with his band-mate Mr. Jack White, he has since enjoyed considerable fame and success. What immediately struck me about him was that in spite of his successes, he still exhibited an authentic humility. He made note that he had been receiving my event invitations and was very gracious about the fact. I imagined him standing in some green-room in Italy, tuning his bass to perform for thousands of eager fans and receiving my transmission that stated ‘Come on out to the Family Wash tonight’. But, I am reminded of Emerson who said “There is no great and no small to the soul that maketh all”. Mr. Lawrence himself did not make the distinction, being very humble and personable. It was a pure example of a person managing himself well in the face of great accomplishment. I was immensely impressed and inspired!
As the night wore on, I allowed my deluded state to wear off. We adjourned at a reasonable hour and my valet Ulysses transported me safely back to the Good Estate. It was a much-needed night of good cheer and I gladly report that only mild and temporary brain damage was inflicted. I return to the tasks-at-hand with optimism and enthusiasm!
In cheerful sobriety,
Mr. J. Hazelwood

