Tony Kornheiser (47:42)
Thrilled. From Scott Gurney in East Selkirk, Manitoba, in Canada, as he writes, where we know snow. Hey, Captain Tony. It's comforting to know that Wilbourne is protected from the elements in his three Canada Goose jackets. I hear the wind chill in the barren wastes of North Scottsdale can be brutal. From Joe Murphy, a proud ad sales weasel, formerly a Fairfield Kinetic. Phoenix, New York. Phoenix, New York. Tiny upstate town. Don't know it at all. Tony, a succinct definition of Wilbourne ism. Seldom right, but never in doubt. Yeah, okay. Alex Schwarm, Glenridge, N.J. hearing that the Lillehammer jacket still works and I worked this morning as well. At 26, I think reminds me of my own version of such apparel, the Winnipeg coat. When I worked in international television, my team would disperse and go to different markets around the globe, while my boss sent my LA counterpart to conferences in Sydney and Seoul and she would go to Cannes in October, in London around Christmas time, she sent me to Winnipeg, Manitoba for the first week in January, which puts us, you know, Manitoba. Scott Gurney is in Manitoba, where we know snow. Yes. Do you know what time the sun rises in Winnipeg in January? Try a quarter to nine. So I show up to this conference and I get invited to an opening night dinner. A few blocks away, I gathered with the group to walk to the restaurant in my new Columbia. Three in one jacket, waterproof shell with an insulated inner layer. I thought I was prepared. An exec at the Manitoba Film and Music Commission greeted me and said, that's what you're wearing here. I nodded in the affirmative and she just said, no, no, get through tonight and see me tomorrow at 8 in the morning. I survived the walk to and from dinner. It was rough. I think the high was minus 8 that day. And then met the Manitoba commissioner the next morning. She takes me into our breakout room off the main ballroom of the convention, where I find about five coat racks with about ten parkers a piece. She says, what's your size? Excuse me? I say, large, and she goes over to her rack, grabs a park and hands it to me. On behalf of the Manitoba Film and Music Commission, welcome to Winnipeg. I tell her I can't take this, it's too much. She says, trust me, you need to take it, honey. We give these things out to Americans like you like. It's a welcome brochure. I graciously accept it and still have the Winnipeg coat now nine years later, and on the few occasions have to pull it out in suburban New Jersey. It still works. From Rob Perez in Santa Barbara, California. Catching up on the old pods Hearing you rave about the the club sandwich at your golf club reminds me of the club sandwich at Eaton Canyon Golf Course in Altadena, California, where I used to work when I was in high school in the early 90s. I mostly worked there part time after school, but on weekends, day long shifts were available which were always a nice boost to the paycheck. We cleaned and parked golf carts, picked the driving range, balls kept the range clean and ball basket stock. Little did I know at the time that'd be the best job I'd ever have in my life. I always heard people around the course talk about the club sandwich in the restaurant of course. And finally one Sunday afternoon I gave it a shot. The stories were true for something so simple as the best sandwich I'd ever had that in a basket of fries. And every Sunday afternoon became my routine as long as I worked there. I completely forgotten about the club at Eaton Canyon until you started talking about your club on the show Recently I looked at Eaton Canyon website in the menu for the grill. No club sandwich anymore. Such a shame. A side note to the club sandwich, when we worked the closing shifts, of course, if there were any hot dogs left over in the roller in the bar, the bartender would pop in and let us know. We'd run into the bar and grab however many were left, pour coke and go sit in one of the carts and feast. A great little bonus for a growing high school kid. Thanks for reminding me of a simpler time and a great sandwich that now appears to be nothing more than a footnote in history for a local 9 home muni track. How about that? It's lovely. Dave Juvonen or Javonen Grandma Race Manitoba Heading out to Newfoundland tonight after after 35 years of teaching middle school, today, Friday, December 19th will be my last. How am I sure it's time to go? Probably while helping my grade seven students with graphing X and Y coordinates. And we're graphing the pairs together. 3 and 5, 4 and 8, 5 and 11. Not that good. I couldn't help saying that out loud. The girl in the front row looked at me with that combination of contempt and pity that only 13 year old girls are capable of. Don't worry, I told her, you'll be old one day too. One of the nicest gifts I got was your TK sweatshirt from my friend Scott Gurney of East Selkirk. Wow. Wow, who can definitely eat it. And I knew it was a hit and I opened it. My wife said, who's that guy? Some things are best kept private. I plan to wear it proudly as I move out to Newfoundland, where my wife has decided we will spend our retirement. She was born on Fogo Island. You really should come one day. I hope to track down Adam Benson who has written you in the past. I asked my brother in law if he knew an Adam Benson in St. John's and he told me David's it's Newfoundland. I know seven Adams Benson's. I didn't think it was that hard. Can you tell them I'll wear the Sweater at the St. John's Farmers Market on Saturday, Dec. 27. It'd be nice to meet a new Little. Thanks for all the laughs and stories. Isn't that nice? That's very they know each other. Meet cute Drew Holler Speaker 1 My mother who lives in Lewis told me that's in Delaware. She told me. And my father she told told me she and my father went to a Spanish wine testing tasting at a local liquor store. Lo and behold, the liquor store was none other than bin 66. Yes. Flying the banner in the attached picture. Yeah, the best liquor store oh in America. Quotes me Michael it says Tony Kornheiser. The Tony Cornheiser Show. That's amazing. It's not like I get a discount bag. Wow. I have the tote bag now. She's no Little, but thanks to my father, she's familiar with your name and face. Arguing with Wilbon on ESPN for years. Knowing I'm a loyal little, she shared this beautiful tribute with me, after which I had to explain the backstory of the wine that made this the best Little the best liquor store in America. Thanks for this bit of connective tissue. We are loaded with connective.
