Jonathan, it's called the Greyhound. 1.5 oz. vodka, 4 oz. grapefruit juice. Tito's award-winning vodka, "handmade" in Austin, TX. Munroe Dairy delivers the grapefruit juice, nicely tart, once a week. Simple, refreshing, and some of it healthy.
Celebrating (well, you have to pick something; otherwise you're just a reprobate) the direct mail appeal for a hospital, that I wrote and wept over this afternoon. My beloved client up in Canada wrote back: "We really like it! We are very excited to send this out to our donors."
Sold half my Apple stock today. Yesterday, the National Enquirer said Steve Jobs will die in 6 weeks. Now, as precision instruments go, the National Enquirer is nothing like a Swiss atomic clock. (Though they did out John Edwards and his mistress, when the MSM failed to notice. So do keep your utter contempt in check.) Doesn't matter. Apple has been the darling too long. The stock market needs to air its scepticism a bit, I think. Feels like now would be a good time. Then I'll buy back in. Have to. Today Simone activated her new iPhone.
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