Whisky Magazine Issue 40
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Michael Jackson has a few drinks with Buffalo Bill
So long as red-haired women walk the earth and John Jameson distils whiskey, I can be sure of staying in trouble. Only if those normalities ceased would I consider advertising for a girlfriend.
I would regard such an advertisement not as a matter of shame, but perhaps of discretion. I would probably not tell my male buddies. Would you?
One of those self-same buddies, known to one and all as Buffalo Bill, took the opposite view.
“Did you see my 'lonely hearts' ad in The Bay Guardian?” he asked us all. ‘Chronicle reader preferred,' it specified. ‘Possibly Jewish'.
“Everybody in the San Francisco area reads The Chronicle,” I suggested. “Why not advertise there in the first place? And why Jewish?”
For a cerebral edge, he replied. The lonely hearts episode did not embarrass Buffalo Bill at the time, and I do not intend that it should now. I have not asked him, just in case. I'm darned if I will risk a good story by raising the question. Bill always has a project, powered by enterprise and enthusiasm, which he hopes his buddies will share. If his hopes are confounded, he offers a disarming shrug.
The man has charisma, and no need to advertise for a prospective trouble'n'strife.
That was a project. Others have included a celebrated book of photographs, a pub, a beer and a whisky.
You could call Bill an urban cowboy, but his folks came from Oklahoma. His first 15 minutes of fame dawned while he was working as a photographer for a local newspaper in the East B...