When I attend wellness conferences, everyone has one question for me: “What do you think of Al Lewis?”
It’s a dubious honor: The thing my colleagues most want to know about me is what I think of someone else. It reminds me of cities that promote themselves as “gateways” — Gateway to the West, Gateway to the Finger Lakes, or whatever. You know you’re in a lackluster city when the best thing it can say about itself is that it’s on the way to someplace else. My colleagues view me as a gateway to Al Lewis.