Oh, And Another Thing
Forgive my forgetfulness.
The post from earlier today was trending toward the idea of stark raving fans and two things slipped my mind.
On Broadway just south of Belmont is an innocuous shop run by John Hwang. If you wear glasses and you haven’t made your way to see Mr. Hwang at 3149 N Broadway, it’s time to sprint over there.
Boxes on boxes of specs that form a line from old school to new school to no school are stacked in an incongruous order that makes sense to the estimable Mr. Hwang. But aside from the fact that hands down Mr. Hwang will give you a better deal than anybody out there is the fact that the man does his job unlike any optometrist I have ever met.
And so without doubt so long as my friend Mr. Hwang is hanging his shingle at 3149 N. Broadway in Lakeview (and I pray that it will be a long time), I and my family and everybody I can exhort to do the same will be loyal customers.
Which brings me to somebody I don’t know but who embodies a timeless and visceral grace. I thought about will.i.am for two reasons. Last week he was on Oprah and he provided four young men, all from the same high school and all accepted to colleges they could not afford to attend and all being raised by single mothers as was will.i.am with full scholarships to attend school.
The idea is to be better, to join together, to unite, be strong and to do it with grace and dignity. And if so doing can be spiced up as was the case with his transcendent song “New Day,” so be it.
By the way, just to shed some light on the inner contours of my brain, will.i.am’s song “New Day” is roughly the same name as Mr. Hwang’s shop, “New Days Optical.”
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