Marty’s sunglasses on a string. Even on rainy days.
Using the “Got caught by the train” excuse for tardiness.
Trying to get a coffee at Hot Mama’s without hearing a ten-minute “high-atribe” from one hot mama or another.
The smell of the hand soap.
Free Sweet Leaf Tea.
AB in spandex.
D always tricking B. Every time.
Makeshift ping-pong and how it changed us all.
Getting to see my cheesy words: “Liber-tea and Homemade Taste For All” plastered all over the Sweet Leaf Office. Wrote home about it.
Hidden marshmallows.
Thinking up interactive treasure hunts for every campaign since I read an article in WIRED, passed to me by a giddy Marty, about NIN’s take on the Alternative Reality Game. An i-port ARG? Anyone?
T-shirts. (ie: more time between laundry dates)
Mr. Natural’s right down the street.
So is The Peacock.
“It’s four-o-clock, Friday. Beer. Sunshine. Done.”
Black. Eyed. Pea. And a trip with the one and only: Roly.
Working for family-oriented folks on campaigns they believe in, on projects fueled by risk-taking creativity.
Being able to say I started my advertising career with an orange plant …
Jack Butler. Father to all Butlers here and the world’s most consistent blog commenter.
So much Awesome.
Thus. My time as a blogger/writer/tagliner for the Butlers is done. Tides. Ebbs. Flows. Thank you for everything, Butlers. You guys rock.