Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
Golf. I just love this game. It’s an endless challenge. It’s ancient. As global as a sport can be. And maddeningly fun. One bad shot can be exhaled away in a moment. One great shot yields satisfaction for days. Every basketball court, football field, hockey rink, tennis court around the world is identical in proportions – built to spec. But no two golf courses in the world are alike, and the great ones are true miracles of nature, shaped by God’s hand over centuries of wind and water. I’ve made lasting friends through this game in ever corner of the world. A four hour walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time: phones kept off, laughs more heartfelt. This past year I played in Dubai, Texas, the Ozarks and Carolinas. The year ahead will bring me to Quebec, Northern Ireland, Arkansas and…who knows. Golf manifests a philosophy to life that requires discipline, humor, and intuition just to make it through a round. Grip softer, swing faster, stay centered. Its clubs and customs remind us that many did it before and did it better. Yet the game continues to innovate, welcoming all stripes of folk, refusing to calcify in boring old ways. The game is alive. And maddeningly fun. And I love it.
It’s been a while since I did one of these. Here’s why my Speedmaster 321 is such a special piece – a little history, then a personal connection… Omega, founded in 1848, is the watch of Elvis, Chairman Mao, Gorbachev, JFK, the current US President, the future King of England, and even James Bond. But this “Moonwatch” is something more. The Speedmaster first appeared in 1957 and was originally created to meet the demands of a new auto-racing culture sweeping the US and Europe. The “Speedy’s” incredible performance, legibility, and robust chronograph reliabilty became the personal choice of the earliest astronauts @nasa (chosen amongst our best-of-the-best fighter pilots 🇺🇸). This watch, which was hand-assembled from start to finish by a single master watchmaker in Switzerland, is identical to the one Ed White wore on the first ever spacewalk in 1965. It’s the same hand-wound movement that ticked on Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins’ wrists during the first moon landing in 1969. In fact, of all six lunar landings that took place between 1969-1972, this Caliber 321 powered ‘em all! On a personal note, this is the watch of my boyhood dreams. Walking into high school in Washington DC @st.albansschool every morning I’d pass a framed American flag that one of our alumni brought with him to space on Gemini X. Captain Michael Collins would go on to pilot Apollo 11 on man’s first ever moon landing. Sadly, he passed away last year but this is the watch he helped make a part of mankind’s history. 🚀 🌚 👨🚀 #speedytuesday
It’s been a while since I did one of these. Here’s why my Speedmaster 321 is such a special piece – a little history, then a personal connection… Omega, founded in 1848, is the watch of Elvis, Chairman Mao, Gorbachev, JFK, the current US President, the future King of England, and even James Bond. But this “Moonwatch” is something more. The Speedmaster first appeared in 1957 and was originally created to meet the demands of a new auto-racing culture sweeping the US and Europe. The “Speedy’s” incredible performance, legibility, and robust chronograph reliabilty became the personal choice of the earliest astronauts @nasa (chosen amongst our best-of-the-best fighter pilots 🇺🇸). This watch, which was hand-assembled from start to finish by a single master watchmaker in Switzerland, is identical to the one Ed White wore on the first ever spacewalk in 1965. It’s the same hand-wound movement that ticked on Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins’ wrists during the first moon landing in 1969. In fact, of all six lunar landings that took place between 1969-1972, this Caliber 321 powered ‘em all! On a personal note, this is the watch of my boyhood dreams. Walking into high school in Washington DC @st.albansschool every morning I’d pass a framed American flag that one of our alumni brought with him to space on Gemini X. Captain Michael Collins would go on to pilot Apollo 11 on man’s first ever moon landing. Sadly, he passed away last year but this is the watch he helped make a part of mankind’s history. 🚀 🌚 👨🚀 #speedytuesday
It’s been a while since I did one of these. Here’s why my Speedmaster 321 is such a special piece – a little history, then a personal connection… Omega, founded in 1848, is the watch of Elvis, Chairman Mao, Gorbachev, JFK, the current US President, the future King of England, and even James Bond. But this “Moonwatch” is something more. The Speedmaster first appeared in 1957 and was originally created to meet the demands of a new auto-racing culture sweeping the US and Europe. The “Speedy’s” incredible performance, legibility, and robust chronograph reliabilty became the personal choice of the earliest astronauts @nasa (chosen amongst our best-of-the-best fighter pilots 🇺🇸). This watch, which was hand-assembled from start to finish by a single master watchmaker in Switzerland, is identical to the one Ed White wore on the first ever spacewalk in 1965. It’s the same hand-wound movement that ticked on Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins’ wrists during the first moon landing in 1969. In fact, of all six lunar landings that took place between 1969-1972, this Caliber 321 powered ‘em all! On a personal note, this is the watch of my boyhood dreams. Walking into high school in Washington DC @st.albansschool every morning I’d pass a framed American flag that one of our alumni brought with him to space on Gemini X. Captain Michael Collins would go on to pilot Apollo 11 on man’s first ever moon landing. Sadly, he passed away last year but this is the watch he helped make a part of mankind’s history. 🚀 🌚 👨🚀 #speedytuesday
It’s been a while since I did one of these. Here’s why my Speedmaster 321 is such a special piece – a little history, then a personal connection… Omega, founded in 1848, is the watch of Elvis, Chairman Mao, Gorbachev, JFK, the current US President, the future King of England, and even James Bond. But this “Moonwatch” is something more. The Speedmaster first appeared in 1957 and was originally created to meet the demands of a new auto-racing culture sweeping the US and Europe. The “Speedy’s” incredible performance, legibility, and robust chronograph reliabilty became the personal choice of the earliest astronauts @nasa (chosen amongst our best-of-the-best fighter pilots 🇺🇸). This watch, which was hand-assembled from start to finish by a single master watchmaker in Switzerland, is identical to the one Ed White wore on the first ever spacewalk in 1965. It’s the same hand-wound movement that ticked on Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins’ wrists during the first moon landing in 1969. In fact, of all six lunar landings that took place between 1969-1972, this Caliber 321 powered ‘em all! On a personal note, this is the watch of my boyhood dreams. Walking into high school in Washington DC @st.albansschool every morning I’d pass a framed American flag that one of our alumni brought with him to space on Gemini X. Captain Michael Collins would go on to pilot Apollo 11 on man’s first ever moon landing. Sadly, he passed away last year but this is the watch he helped make a part of mankind’s history. 🚀 🌚 👨🚀 #speedytuesday
It’s been a while since I did one of these. Here’s why my Speedmaster 321 is such a special piece – a little history, then a personal connection… Omega, founded in 1848, is the watch of Elvis, Chairman Mao, Gorbachev, JFK, the current US President, the future King of England, and even James Bond. But this “Moonwatch” is something more. The Speedmaster first appeared in 1957 and was originally created to meet the demands of a new auto-racing culture sweeping the US and Europe. The “Speedy’s” incredible performance, legibility, and robust chronograph reliabilty became the personal choice of the earliest astronauts @nasa (chosen amongst our best-of-the-best fighter pilots 🇺🇸). This watch, which was hand-assembled from start to finish by a single master watchmaker in Switzerland, is identical to the one Ed White wore on the first ever spacewalk in 1965. It’s the same hand-wound movement that ticked on Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins’ wrists during the first moon landing in 1969. In fact, of all six lunar landings that took place between 1969-1972, this Caliber 321 powered ‘em all! On a personal note, this is the watch of my boyhood dreams. Walking into high school in Washington DC @st.albansschool every morning I’d pass a framed American flag that one of our alumni brought with him to space on Gemini X. Captain Michael Collins would go on to pilot Apollo 11 on man’s first ever moon landing. Sadly, he passed away last year but this is the watch he helped make a part of mankind’s history. 🚀 🌚 👨🚀 #speedytuesday
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
I’ll let you in on a little secret I learned traveling the world: the best introduction to a new city isn’t through its nightlife, or its tourist attractions and markets. It happens before the stores open and the tour buses start their routes. Whenever I visit a new place, I wake up and hunt down the best coffee shop in the vicinity. That’s where a city’s story unfolds. And I love a good story. To order a cup of coffee in a foreign land is to witness a cultural choreography and breath of local sensibilities. Subtle variations emerge: in Australia, a flat white is presented with the latest surfing reports while in Tokyo, a barista pours into handmade pottery with a flourish. Italians never sit down to take their espresso, while in Ecuador, a whole table will fill their cups with coffee dripping out of a suspended mesh bag. Coffee is my cultural passport. It is so much more than just a brown drink with caffeine: it’s a communal conversation, a daily ritual, a clarification of ideas, a slingshot into the day. I’ve been lucky to visit over 50 countries in my life and all that travel has taught me that coffee is global, culture is local, and a good story is universal. For five years now, I’ve been working towards my dream to build a coffee business (@bixbycoffee – last slide) that uses storytelling to create community and inspire the imagination. Onwards! One ☕️ at a time… #coffee #coffeeshop
