High school boys in 2019 wear “Make America Great Again”
hats for the same reason high school boys in 1992 wore Slayer t-shirts: contrarianism and attention seeking. Well,
it’s almost the same, except the members of Slayer are actually good at their
jobs and worthy of fandom.
It’s the reason we saw University of South Carolina baseball
caps around the University of Houston during my tenure. South Carolina is a
thousand miles from Houston, and most of us had never been there. But you see,
Carolina’s mascot is the gamecock,
and their 90’s era hats said “COCKS” across the front. To quote myself and
every dude I knew circa 1998 (and 2019, to be fair), “Uh…huh huh…huh huh…he
said cocks.” “Cocks” has a much more je ne sais quai than “Cougars,” no?
I own a restaurant in Washington, DC. We’re situated near
the Smithsonian museums, the FBI headquarters, and lots of other federal office
buildings. As you might imagine, we’ve been a little slower than ideal lately.
Why is it slower than usual?
I told my team that neither their service nor their food was
at fault for the slowdown. It’s not competition from other restaurants or food
trucks. It can’t be the weather, nearby construction, or the homeless people
who ask our customers for money at the front door. While any and all of those
issues would be worth an in-depth, intellectual investigation, I told my team that
none of those are important.
We’re only slower than normal because of pigeons.
I grew up in the country, outside of a small town, which was itself on the outskirts of Houston. We lived in a doublewide trailer, sharing the land with yaupon bushes, pine trees, stray dogs, and mosquitos. Every summer, we’d gather around the ol’ thermostat and yell cuss words at it, in unison. It was the only time Ma would let us young’uns cuss.
I own a restaurant in Washington, DC, about four blocks from the speaker’s stage for March For Our Lives. It’s called Merzi, look us up!
I had a front row seat to the Women’s March in 2017, and saw hundreds of thousands of people engaging in their First Amendment rights to assemble, speak, and petition the government. It was awe-inspiring and emotionally moving. Continue reading
I am the only white male that works at my restaurant. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It wasn’t a conscious choice, nor is the particular makeup of my crew the “best” or “right” way to be. But it’s how the chips landed when I placed hiring the best people as my target. In Washington, D.C., in the restaurant business, if I went into the hiring process with even a slight preference toward my own gender, national origin, or race, I’d do my business a great disservice. Continue reading