An old timer weighs in on controversy, career strategy, and a one‑minute masterclass at Spahn Ranch
My first encounter with Sweeney was that blue‑jeans commercial that somehow triggered a national literacy crisis over homophones. Genes vs. jeans. Civilization teetered. I took the Sweeney side, believing those are very good genes, even if my fixed income means the closest I’ll get is a pair of “lightly distressed” Wranglers at the Salvation Army.
