Heck yeah, Switchfoot!

My mind wanders… I watched Braveheart the other day to gear up for a show in Scotland: good ol’ William Wallace. Now there’s a man’s man: a fighter and a lover — at least the Hollywood version. And yet, I’m pretty sure personal hygiene was not high up on his priority list. In fact, William Wallace probably smelled roughly like this. I close my eyes and take a deep breath… Ah, the enchanting scent of revolution, the bewitching aroma of freedom. We go to museums and pay big money to see the sights, why not smell the smells? I imagine that a lot of my heroes probably smelled like this. Maybe I’m on the wrong side of the coin here? Maybe my frequent bathing habits, (okay, relatively frequent bathing habits) have been keeping me from greatness!? I’m not sure my wife would agree with my backwards thinking on this one.

Jon’s latest HuffPo blog, in which he muses on transatlantic flights, smelly neighbors, and how lucky we actually are.