Virgil Winston:Marketing Guru
My great, great grandfather Clayton Winston was very much like William Shakespeare. Not that he could write, but that he died on the same day he was born. He lived a long and productive life, so I suppose it was poetic that he met his maker during his own birthday party, during which he was tragically mistaken for a Pancho Villa piñata, by no less than his own six year old grandson…my father.
Of course, I wouldn’t have known any of this if Uncle Lou hadn’t read the journal out loud at my father’s birthday party. Yes, Uncle Lou had been drinking too many Pineapple Daiquiri’s and, yes, he had no business reading it in the first place, let alone calling my father a “killer,” but, just the same—talk about your bombshells!
Truth is, I never knew about the “piñata accident,” let alone the nun from Kansas or my fathers’ fear of marbles…and it totally explains his near obsessive avoidance of parks on weekends, and, of course, the way he breaks down sobbing during the Sound of Music.
If I didn’t think we should all keep a journal before…I do now. Journals are more than a few careless thoughts written down, they are a record of the lives we live and the experiences we share. Journals are our history. And the more we encourage them, the better off we’ll be…my father being the exception.
And, yes, I have the perfect journal for you. It’s called the Sedona Suede Journal. It includes a 100-page refillable spiral journal with genuine suede cover. It also has a pocket for business cards, with a covered vinyl pen loop and a 1-piece gift box. It’s not just the perfect promotional gift for customers and employees alike, but a legacy to pass down from generation to generation. And, don’t forget, it’s refillable…because life is refillable.
Well, I’m off to take some food over to Uncle Lou, who is now in a self-imposed witness protection program, unbeknownst to him…that his wife has sent out change of address cards. Until next time, remember, “You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.”