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My final love letter to Scott Pilgrim. I promise (maybe).

Friday, August 13th, 2010

A little over a year ago, I posted my first blog entry here—about an atypical comic book hero named Scott Pilgrim who was in the process of getting a movie. Now, today, that movie hits theaters. I feel like this is all coming full circle.

Scott Pilgrim attempting conversation with the girl of his dreams, Ramona Flowers.

During my annual pilgrimage to the West Coast, I was fortunate (let’s not kid ourselves—I was beside-myself-excited) to see a special advance screening of the movie. San Diego’s Balboa Theater was packed, every level, every seat filled with someone who was already invested in this movie, one way or another. Seeing a movie you’ve been excited about for over a year, with a theater-full of other people who have also  been that excited for the same movie? It’s unlike any other movie-going experience I’ve ever had. Especially when the director and cast are on hand to introduce and close out the experience. A surprise performance from Metric doesn’t hurt either.

Anyway, this is an advertising blog, right? I’ll bring this around, trust me. If there’s a marketing textbook out there looking for examples of fun, non-traditional approaches to marketing a movie—please pay attention to the  following…

Scott Pilgrim dominated Comic Con. Dominated. I mean look at it… Scott is literally towering over the convention center.

Scott Pilgrim VS Comic Con (Via SpacePirateQueen @ Flickr.)

The Scott Pilgrim panel closed out the first full day of Comic Con, with the infamous Hall H filling with fans. Edgar Wright moderated his own panel, introducing his cast, fielding questions from the audience and showing new clips from the movie. Nearing the end of the panel, he asked the audience to look at the buttons they were handed at the start of the talk. If they had buttons with a 1UP on them—they were to follow him to the screening. And I mean it—follow him. Edgar jumped off the stage at that point and like the Pied Piper, led the lucky 1UP-ers 6 blocks up San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter to the Balboa. Those who couldn’t get into that first screening would be given two more chances over the following two days. I kid you not, as I passed the Balboa on my way to Day Two, there were already people in line at the theater. This was at 7:30 in the morning, the screening wouldn’t be until 6 that evening.

Across from the convention center, there was Pilgrim pandemonium in the courtyard of the Gaslamp Hilton where the Scott Pilgrim Experience was being staged.

The Scott Pilgrim Experience the day before Comic Con opens (via Rkbentley @ Flickr.)

This was your one-stop for all things SP. Like anything at Comic Con, there was a line to get in (for the Fire Marshal’s sake). The first stop in the Experience?

Pick your shirt, pick your design...

Custom Scott Pilgrim t-shirts. You pick your shirt size, color and the design you want screen printed on it while you wait. This was one of the coolest promotional ideas ever. And have I mentioned that everything in the experience was free? Yeah, all free.

My Ramona doodle shirt getting the once-over with a swipe of electric blue ink.

After that, you could star in your own flipbook. Act out a little scene for a few seconds in front of a camera, the video was turned into pages and this awesome little machine printed and trimmed your own flipbook with a Scott Pilgrim cover.

Another flipbook is brought into the world.

Ka-pow!

There were faux-sets from the movie to pose in front of, a kiosk to send a greeting to your friends on Facebook, a wall to sign or doodle on, live music and places to try out the new Scott Pilgrim video game (which is a must-have for any old-school gamer. River City Ransom, anyone?).

And then there were the chances to meet the cast. Not only were there signings…

Edgar Wright, Michael Cera and a mustachioed Jason Schwartzman.

…but cast members were also out in the Experience mingling with fans, helping to make t-shirts or guest starring in filpbooks.

Brandon Routh takes a break from screenprinting to take a pic with a Superman fan.

There was also a STUFF booth outside of the experience that gave away swag bags to passers by and was also the home-base for a special iPhone/Droid app promotion. For those who had downloaded and explored the recently released Scott Pilgrim Punch Out game for their mobile devices, they might have uncovered a special Comic Con section—instructing them to show a secret image to the folks at the STUFF booth for a special prize. Those who followed the instructions were rewarded with a full set of pins, featuring all the different characters in the story.

If there’s a better way of igniting excitement for a movie, I don’t want to know about it. Wait, maybe I do.

What about the folks not at Comic Con? Well, the SP crew has been on the road, hosting screenings in other cities, getting the word out via Twitter and Facebook. In Atlanta, stars Michael Cera and Jason Schwartzman did the weather (note Cera’s SP Experience shirt)

And then there’s the interactive trailer. It’s like if a video game and VH1’s Pop Up Video had a baby made of pixels and awesome— a trailer with it’s own DVD features built into it.

And the regular trailers are everywhere.

I want this movie to do well, I feel invested in it despite having nothing to do with it—which may be some side effect of all the stuff above this paragraph . It’s fast, fun, hilarious and above all, a love story. Like it has from the start, it pays tribute to all the things I love: music, video games and comic books. It breaks the comic book movie mold, from the story to the style in which it was shot. It’s a movie shot in Toronto where the city’s playing itself and not standing in for New York or some other metropolis (my music nerdiness went into overdrive seeing Clash at Demonhead play at Lee’s Palace). The soundtrack is killer with songs from Beck, Metric, Frank Black and Broken Social Scene to name a few. The creativity behind this movie, from the source material to the film is the only thing that dwarfs the innovative approach of the marketing that has gone out into the world to support it.
Go see Scott Pilgrim.

Other awesome Scott Pilgrim things in our universe not mentioned in this post (until now):

Scott Pilgrim series by Brian Lee O’Malley

Scott Pilgrim Avatar Creator

Lucas Lee Posters

Mondo Screenprinted Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World poster for the Alamo Drafthouse

Nike’s World Cup Ad: The Great Debate

Monday, June 21st, 2010

As a student-athlete planning to study abroad in South Africa next year, and with a collegiate soccer coach for a mother, it is kind of a given that the 2010 World Cup will have the majority of my attention in the upcoming weeks. Between studying the tactical play of Argentina as part of my summer training assignment, passionately cheering on Bafana Bafana, and keenly watching to see the talented superstars who beat out Ronaldinho for a spot on the Brazilian team, there will be plenty of opportunities to get lost in the drama of the game. And by no means am I the only one; soccer, or football, has millions of dedicated followers who have all eagerly turned their eyes to South Africa as the highly anticipated tournament approaches.

Adding fuel to the fire of excitement is commercial advertising for the Cup. It is becoming a regular occurrence on television, particularly Nike’s new “Write the Future” commercial. The ad is a three-minute long video containing powerhouse lineup Wayne Rooney, Didier Drogba, Cristiano Ronaldo, Landon Donovan, and yes, even Homer Simpson. These athlete-celebrities are in the heat of the game, when they find themselves in the decisive moment – that crucial tipping point that could decide the fate of the entire game. At this critical time in the game, Nike provides us with a quick flash into the future that illustrates the effects of that moment much farther beyond the soccer field. Rooney’s pass is intercepted, costing them the game and sending England into a depression unlike any other. The stock market crashes, Rooney’s career is “Roo-ined” and we are left with the image of him emerging from a broken down trailer with a bushy beard and covered in dirt. After these shocking images, Nike throws us back into the game to see Rooney hustling back to recover the ball, fixing his mistake and securing victory. We are then presented with a series of images depicting the fame Rooney achieved through his epic recovery; he is knighted by the Queen, who he then hugs, and suddenly the name Wayne has become the most popular choice for new baby boys. All together, it makes for a pretty remarkable viewing experience.

From an aesthetic stand point, the ad is a home run; the fast-paced sequence of dramatic images is a real treat for the eyes. And since its release on May 20, it’s become an Internet sensation, filling up Facebook news feeds, taking over Twitter tweets, and racking up 16,000,000+ views on YouTube; it has definitely gotten a lot of attention. But, it should be noted that all this attention is not good attention – its content has become quite controversial. Both fans and critics have taken to the blogs to express their opinions emphatically about the ad’s success or failure, creating an Internet-wide debate.

On one side, fans of the ad say it captures the tension and excitement of the game impeccably, recognizing the immense influence these all-stars have over the sport, from their ability to attract die-hard supporters for their teams, to their unique ability to make big things happen on the field. But the critics argue that this is the ad’s downfall. Soccer, they claim, is a team sport that depends on the cohesive action of all eleven players on the field, not just the flashy moves of one player. For these soccer enthusiasts, Nike is giving soccer an image that is all about the glitz and glamour of fame off the field, instead of focusing on the strategic, tactical, and physical genius that takes place on the field; in their eyes, Nike missed the point completely.

Personally, I think the ad is a hit. It’s entertaining, with a touch of humor, and is definitely addictive – it’s one of those videos I find myself showing to my friends on a regular basis. But what I like best about the ad is the way it branches out beyond the realm of soccer and incorporates aspects of current popular culture in creative ways. Ronaldo is immortalized in everyone’s favorite yellow cartoon as Homer pronounces his name with his famous “doh!” catchphrase at the end. As a kid who grew up watching the Simpsons almost every night, this short clip is refreshingly clever, bringing together an old favorite sitcom and a highly anticipated, televised sporting event. My favorite clip though, is the one of Ronaldinho performing his step-over move repeatedly as he tries to outsmart a defender and go to goal. Already humorous considering Ronaldinho’s absence from the tournament, this clip illustrates the move becoming a YouTube sensation itself, with its number of views skyrocketing before our very eyes (just like the ad is doing now). Ironic? I think so. This clip even reaches out to other sports fans, crossing over into basketball as Kobe Bryant uses the move as a celebratory dance on the court. It’s little nuances like these that make the ad one of the best I’ve seen in a long time.

But whether it’s loved or hated, it’s gotten people talking – even I have joined the big debate – and with all the hype that comes with the World Cup, it’s no surprise really. But if you think this debate is a heated one, just try putting a Brazilian fan and an English fan in a room together and let them argue about which team is better. That’s when sparks really start to fly.

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About Author: Hannah Wilber is a Junior at William Smith College and an intern at Dixon Schwabl. She is a studio art and political science double major, with a minor in peace studies. When she is not playing soccer for the William Smith Herons or assisting with equestrian competitions at West Wind Farms, Hannah is usually out enjoying all that Seneca Lake has to offer, from pick-up volleyball games to paddle boat rentals, or even just finding a sunny spot to enjoy a book. “For me it’s all about persistence; if you want something you’re going to have to work to get it, and the satisfaction of achieving what you set out to do is sometimes better than the actual achievement itself”

Meet You in New Orleans

Friday, May 28th, 2010

I am not a member of Greenpeace, The World Wildlife Foundation or Save The Whales. Fact is, I have been a pretty bad proponent regarding our environment and the green effort. I have not been as bad as saying “hey I will not be here so what do I care,” but I haven’t exactly had environment on the top of any priority list. I am not sure if it’s because I am getting older or if it is the media attention or if it is that I have spent so much time in the Gulf Coast states, but I am sickened by what is happening in that region with the oil spill that in no way is just a spill…it is a flat out flood of oil. A leak is what I have when I see an oil puddle in my driveway!

I am obsessed with the situation. I get up early to see the latest news. I stay up late just to make sure that I have the most information. I am constantly checking Twitter for updates and information. I am online looking at graphic and obscene photo galleries of birds, crabs and turtles trapped in black muck, helpless and dying. Those who know me well realize that this is not my norm. Those who know me understand that usually the only thing I get so passionate about is Little League baseball, the Boston Red Sox and my kids. I have now looked into how I can contribute to save wildlife. I am wondering how I can help down there. I want to ask my bosses for a leave so I can get on a plane and get my butt down there and in this order, yell at the BP CEO and give him some PR advice, put on a pair of shorts and fishing boots and rescue anything living. Then, I want to spend time talk to all the fishermen, business men and women and residents and brainstorm how to deal with this situation. I want to use my PR experiences in helping them.

The anger and frustration that I have is overwhelming me. Each time I turn CNN on and see the live shot from the Gulf floor with oil, mud and god knows what else spewing, I get more upset. For the first time in my life I want to do more than just talk, blog and be frustrated. I am compelled to do something more than just sending a check. This is our country, our water, our wildlife and our businesses. This is not affecting just people in the Gulf Coast, this is affecting all of us and will for generations to come. In the time that it has taken you to read this blog, god knows how many barrels of oil have poured out of the “leak.”

Help me help our environment. Let’s act. Let’s talk to government officials, let’s offer our time, our brains and our brawn to do something. I want to hear what you think we should do in actions and practices. This is the only environment we have and we can’t just sit back and say others will handle this. Let’s act—let’s, move, let’s converge and help out our fellow Americans, our land and our environment. Meet you in New Orleans.

To find out more information about how to help, go to Everyday Wildlife Champions or Matter of Trust.

What Happened to the Budweiser of Old?

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

I’m sure like me a lot of you noticed the Super Bowl was dominated by commercials of Budweiser and Bud Light, some of which I thought were funny, but I say what happened to the old days? I remember a time when the Bud Bowl (featuring Bud vs. Bud Light) was more popular than the halftime show. Here’s a brief snap shot of how the eight Bud Bowls played out:

Bud Bowl I (1989): Budweiser 27 Bud Light 24
– Bob Costas & Paul Maguire announcing

Bud Bowl II (1990): Budweiser 36 Bud Light 34
– Terry Bradshaw & Brent Musburger announcing

Bud Bowl III (1991) Bud Light 23 Budweiser 21
– Don Meredith, Keith Jackson, Chris Berman announcing

Bud Bowl IV (1992) Budweiser 27 Bud Light 24
– Chris Berman announcing

Bud Bowl V (1993) Budweiser 35 Bud Light 31
– Ahmad Rashad & Karen “Duff” Duffy announcing

Bud Bowl VI (1994) Bud Light 20 Budweiser 14
– Marv Albert announcing

Bud Bowl VII (1995) Budweiser 26, Bud Light 24
– Chris Berman announcing

Bud Bowl VIII (1997) Budweiser 27 Bud Light 24
– Howie Long & Ronnie Lott announcing

I appreciated the Bud Bowl because it combined most men’s favorite two pastimes: football and beer. What is better than football playing beer cans and bottles, right? I guess the rising price tags attached to these spots killed the whole Bud Bowl thing……or maybe it was Howie Long announcing…..could be either or both!

I also remember a time when Budweiser wasn’t represented by giant Clydesdales or some chirping frogs. Instead, its mascot was a white dog with a black spot around his eye named “ Spuds MacKenzie”. This dog could do everything, pick up beautiful women, water ski, and even run track and field!

Spuds was the James Bond of all dogs! So although I enjoyed a lot of this year’s Super Bowl spots, next year I’m looking for Bud Bowl and Spuds to make a comeback.

The Empire Sings Back

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

As you no doubt have heard, a whole bunch of super-talented recording artists have remade the classic We Are The World to help the efforts in Haiti, but what you may not have heard is that a equally super-talented group of British recording artists (and a few American stars) remade R.E.M’s. Everybody Hurts to do their part. The video was released during the Super Bowl and call me a rank sentimentalist, but I think it was the best spot I saw all day. And some guy named Simon Cowell produced it.

Even With His Admission of Guilt, Mark McGwire Continues to Lie

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

When Mark McGwire finally decided earlier this week to fess up to something everybody already knew, that he used steroids during his baseball career, I wasn’t very impressed with his apology.

McGwire’s PR plan was well thought out, orchestrated by former White House Press Secretary Ari Fleischer. A written statement in McGwire’s name was issued through the St. Louis Cardinals, the team he is now the batting coach for. McGwire followed by giving one-on-one interviews to select print, radio and TV outlets, culminating in a live TV interview with Bob Costas on the Major League Baseball Network. The one-on-one setup allowed McGwire to apologize, without being bombarded by questions in a press conference setting. However, what McGwire said during these one-on-one interviews came across to me as him merely telling more lies.

McGwire said he refused to answer questions about his steroid use before Congress in 2005 because he wasn’t granted immunity. Fair enough, but the statute of limitations on a criminal case against him expired in 2006, so why did he wait to confess until now, especially considering that during his one-on-one interviews, he stressed how he has wanted to get this off his chest for a long time?

The only reason McGwire has come forth now is because of his new job as the Cardinals’ hitting instructor. He needed to do it to successfully re-enter the game, and I think he somehow thinks that by admitting his use, he will someday be voted into the Hall of Fame.

During his interview with Costas, McGwire insisted that steroids did not improve his ability to hit home runs, that he just used them to overcome injuries. However, he played in more than 130 games per season from 1996-1999, hitting more than 52 home runs every season; seems like he was pretty healthy to me.

That’s why when McGwire said he used steroids in small doses, I don’t believe him. I think he was a heavy user, especially from 1996-1999, the height of his career. When Jose Canseco says they used to inject each other with performance-enhancing drugs in the bathroom stall when they were teammates on the Oakland A’s, a claim McGwire denies, I believe Canseco over McGwire. The bottom line is McGwire used steroids to hit home runs, break records, and gain more money and fame.

In the end, even with his admission, McGwire continues to lie about his steroid use. His press tour was well thought out, but they should have thought of some better answers for him. He should have told the complete truth.

Major League Baseball Commissioner Bud Selig says the Steroid Era is over in baseball. Now if only the game had an effective test to detect Human Growth Hormone use.

A Visit to Ground Zero

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

I used to live and work in New York City. I was not there on 9/11 and to this day, like most Americans I shudder to think of that tragic day when ordinary people lost their lives and firefighters doing their jobs with passion, vigor and dedication lost to what I have learned from the FDNY is called “the red devil” of flames, heat and debris.

I still visit NYC for work or to visit relatives. I feel a void when I look at Manhattan and see nothing where I used to see the World Trade Center. I had two connections with people who where there that day—one survived and one did not. I have visited Ground Zero many times since 2001, but no visit more meaningful, emotional and even spiritual as the visit I made recently.

My son is dedicated to being a firefighter. We knew that at age six when he said he wanted to be a fireman, he wasn’t kidding. He has lived his seventeen years dedicated to this goal, joining the Fire Explorers at the local firehouse and actually earning the position of Chief this year. He is taking public safety courses in high school and earning his first responders certificate as well as his EMT. As he prepares to begin college in the fall of this year, the dedication and determination to work in emergency services is stronger than ever.

At Christmas we traveled to NYC to visit family and spend a day at Ground Zero. It was his first trip to the site—he was nine when disaster struck. We walked the entire parameter which is now a large construction zone. We took in the view from a lone observation deck and imagined the horror that filled that day. We toured the Tribute to the WTC 9/11 museum. Silently, and with my eyes welled up, we saw a window from one of the planes that brought the towers down. We looked at what are now artifacts, but on that day were just parts and pieces of a person’s life—menus from Windows on the World, subway tokens, a pen and the remains of a cell phone. We saw keys from a janitor’s key ring, metal numbers from the doors of elevators. We stared and paid tribute to the turnout gear of a firefighter who died in the attack. His turnout coat shredded from over one-hundred stories of rubble falling on him. His fireman’s helmet broken out from its frame and smashed in. We touched the name on the remembrance wall of the guy I went to college with, prayed for him and for my best friend who thankfully escaped the terror.

Finally, we stopped by Firehouse 10, the home of Engine 10 and Ladder 10–New York’s 10/10—this firehouse miraculously still stands directly across from where the towers once stood. On 9/11 it was blasted with rubble and as the first responding unit to the scene, lost all the firefighters working that day. The large doors to the firehouse were open displaying the new apparatus. I watched my son, standing there in his fire Explorer’s fleece, complete with an embroidered Maltese cross—the international symbol for firefighting. As I watched him looking into the truck bay and looking at the lone firefighter standing next to the ladder truck, I was struck by the gravity of that day and the life of those who called this house home. Powerfully, I was struck knowing that I was watching my son, this young man who used to run around the house with his fire trucks connecting with something bigger than the both of us. He was connecting with our nation’s past and his future. He grasped the enormity of the situation as he approached the lone fireman and extended his hand and began a conversation. I stayed back on the sidewalk–it was not mine to share. It belonged to them. It belonged to the brotherhood—past, present and future.

The two shook hands and we continued to walk around the parameter of what use to be the greatest towers in the world. We were silent for awhile and finally my son said, “Thanks for bringing me here, Dad.” I told him it was an honor, and I saw the entire tragedy in a different light—the light of a parent whose son will soon be running into buildings and hopefully being protected by the brotherhood that he is entering into and by that Maltese cross that sits upon his chest.

This is your brain on my TV

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

Can an ad be too effective? And is repulsively bad taste acceptable when it’s in service of a greater good?

There’s a new (to us) series of anti-smoking spots running this season that I’m sure will get a lot of smokers to reconsider their habit. They’ll also get a lot of non-smokers to reconsider what they want to see on their TVs. If you’ve seen them you know what I mean, if not, here’s an example.


These spots are from Australia (re-dubbed with Midwest voiceovers for the American market) and maybe they’re a heartier bunch down under but I find these spots a tad much, especially since they seem to air mostly when I’m eating while watching TV. How they know this I’m not sure, but they have an impressive track record or ruining my meal. I could stop eating in front of the TV, but should I have to change my (slovenly) habits so they can get their message out?

This is a tough one. We’ve all lost people we loved to diseases caused by cigarettes—my mom comes to mind—and, unless we’re paid by big tobacco or have a nasty misanthropic streak, we want to encourage people to quit smoking, if only because the rest of us don’t like going to funerals. At the same time, this ad crosses a line for me and, given the choice, I’d rather not see it again. But I don’t have a choice and that’s what bugs me. It’s unnecessarily gross and deliberately disturbing, and if I did smoke I’d quit.

And that’s the point, isn’t it?

So not only do I have to endure cigarette smokers second-hand smoke, the mounds of butts they toss out of car windows at stoplights and increased health costs, I have to endure the disgusting ads designed to make them realize why they should quit. And they complain about having to smoke outside?

Back to the questions at hand: Can an ad be too effective? And is repulsively bad taste acceptable when it’s in service of a greater good?

6 words I’m sick & tired of

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

I love words. The kind that are poetic, painting a picture, telling a story, taking us a on a journey (like my post on The Beatles a few months ago). Or the ones that are short, abrupt, and to the point.

In fact, there aren’t a lot of words I don’t like. But there are 6 words that I have had just about enough of, and I doubt I am alone.

In difficult economic times like these…

Now this can also be phrased as: “In these hard times more than ever…” or the abbreviated “In times like these…” but they’re not fooling anyone; they all mean the same thing.

Recent research has shown that American consumers aren’t responding well to marketing that speaks about or references the economy in a negative tone. In fact, there’s been a lot of backlash. Nonetheless, we continue to hear it and see it all the time.

And what about the politicians, the entertainers, the talk show hosts? I recently watched an awards show and the presenters were using the phrase.

I say enough’s enough already! What say you?

My Morning Coffee Routine

Monday, December 28th, 2009

I like routines. Every morning on my way to work I stop at either Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts for coffee. My wife tells me if I saved all my coffee money we could have paid for all the kids’ college tuition instead of taking out loans! Hey, I am just trying to help the local economy, ok? My decision on which barista to choose is based on a quick observation as I travel over the hill. Starbucks to the left and DD to the right. How do the parking lots and drive through lines look? The fewer cars, the more I am attracted to that franchise. This morning, I made the wrong decision and I would like to tell you about it.

We have all heard the horror stories about road rage in this country. It seems as if common sense and random acts of kindness have gone away like the eight-track player in your car. Speed limits usually mean nothing unless law enforcement is around. Generally, people no longer say thank you or your welcome. Despite knowing this, I pulled into the Dunkin Donuts I was amazed at what occurred right before me.

There is only one drive-thru lane and two cars approached at the same time. The men in each car began the “stare down”. Suddenly, body language got very animated and sure enough the middle finger on each of their right-hands stood at attention. As I thought how crazy this was, I watched car doors fly open and the two “mental midgets” as I called them under my breath, jumped out. In no time the Goliath of the two was punching the hood of the other man’s car as if it were Joe Frazier’s nose during a heavy-weight championship battle with Muhammad Ali. All this over a couple glazed donuts and coffee?!

The gentleman, I use that term completely sarcastically, who was having the hood of his car beat up, approached Goliath’s pick-up truck and started bending it like Beckham has never kicked a soccer ball! And then they turned to face each other with vulgarities flying through the air. Now at that moment, I was really glad that I chose Dunkin Donuts, because with all due respect to law enforcement workers all over the United States, everyone knows that they prefer DD to Starbucks. A Sheriff who was grabbing some coffee before his shift started came out the door to hear the commotion. Within seconds he was in the middle of it, called for back-up and had “dumb and dumber” separated. His back up arrived lights blazing and siren on high and they had the two donut boys pulled off to the side of the parking lot.

Once their vehicles were moved, the drive though line opened up again and coffee flowed. I bought two cups—one for me and one for the Sheriff as he dropped his when he split up the two knuckleheads. So thanks, Mr. Sheriff, for all you do. Thank you for allowing me to stay safe in my car and not get involved (even though I know I should have tried to keep the peace) and thank you for stopping at DD before your shift. I am sorry that your day started off with these two donut holes for brains, and I hope you enjoy your coffee—on me—any time.