"To Bob Garfield, My Favorite Critic," it read. "Best wishes, Dave Thomas." Ira was right. This was a keeper. We put the book aside with a small collection of accumulated treasures. A few hours later Dave, generous Dave, died in his Florida home.
Back in 1989, AdReview got off to sort of a rough start with Dave Thomas. Wendy's had just unveiled the first pool of spots featuring its founder as spokesman, occasioning the most nasty, vicious, gratuitous personal attack in the column's long and storied history. We'll spare you most of the gory details. Suffice to say that in the space of 750 words, we managed to ridicule Dave's diction, his intelligence and his looks.
"The man is a steer in a half-sleeve shirt," we sneered, and we wish we could have pulled the words back. Indeed, shortly thereafter, for the first and only time in the history of AdReview, we apologized for being so mean. Alas, the apology was too late. That sentence is by far the most quoted nine words we've ever penned, painfully recurring in the press every time we think it has finally disappeared forever. It is our personal herpes sore.
Sorer for us than for Dave, as it turned out. The man was too gracious and good-natured to harbor a grudge.
His surpassing good nature, of course, was precisely the quality that made him so suited to his role as TV spokesman for the company he founded. There he stood, 800 times over 13 years, with the wan smile of a man bemused and slightly overwhelmed by the strangeness all around him, taking refuge in the simple pleasures of the latest Wendy's entree. Unlike so many spokespeople for so many brands, cast for celebrity's sake and nothing else, Dave was the living embodiment of the product.
Lest you dismiss us entirely as an irredeemable jerk, allow us please to quote from that original column, which, for all its obnoxiousness, took note of the conceptual soundness of the strategy: "Not only does he represent the back-to-basics emphasis on quality and service, his folksy and unpolished appeal theoretically will generate consumer sympathy. Isn't he, like a Wendy's hamburger, old-fashioned and charmingly square?"
Yes, he was. Also lovable, avuncular, unpretentious and credible in a way few celebrities ever are. Truth be told, he never became quite the master of the performing arts, but his early awkwardness quickly disappeared, and Dave vastly transcended not only his own limitations as an actor, but also the consistently dreadful material he was asked to deliver. In commercial after stupid commercial, his essential Dave-ness invariably shone through.
His generosity to the community is well documented. His generosity to us-certainly not his favorite critic-was beyond any reasonable expectation of civility. But it was his generosity of spirit, projecting from him like a visible aura, which made him so irresistible, iconic and beloved.
In his last few spots, we were pained to observe, Dave Thomas looked tired and gaunt. We wistfully recalled the Dave of 1989, that awkward but hardy steer in the half-sleeve shirt. Surely the man was being playful in calling us his favorite critic. But he was our favorite talking head, and we will dearly miss him.