I Wonder What Your Next Business Venture Will Be?

I stopped in the local PNC Bank yesterday to open a business account.  Seems simple enough…

As I sat there I was somewhat ‘overwhelmed’ with laundry list of things I would need to open such an account.  It has gotten so much more restrictive than it was 10 – 15 years ago.  “For my own protection,” I’m sure.

The guy helping me is a good kid, maybe 33 – 35 years old, and looks real spiffy in his nice suit.  And on and on he droned about everything I would need, that I didn’t have – taking great pains to explain to me that it wasn’t his fault; that it is what our Federal government now demands.  After 5 minutes or so I transitioned into a posture of “auto-nod.”  Then to add excitement to the equation, I told him that the other guy who is going to be on the account lives in North Carolina!  Oh crap.

After 15 minutes or so of bureaucratic BS that I was having troubles following, I told him it would probably be best for him to contact his ‘handlers’ at PNC headquarters, and find out exactly what I would need to open such an account – with minimal pain.  As we were wrapping up our conversation he said, “What you are doing is really a great idea.  I wonder what you might have in mind next.”

So, with the door opened, I walked through.  “Well Zak, funny you should ask.  I will soon be introducing a line of custom-made ‘Bullshit Flags.'”

He cocked his head, looking at me, not sure of what he had just heard.  So I continued.

“I think there is a market for such a product – custom made Bullshit Flags.  You know Zak, for when you are sitting in a bank to open an a business account and the banker just goes on and on about everything of little actual consequence that you’ll need to open such an account.  Rather than argue with the guy, you can just reach down, pull out your Bullshit Flag, and calmly begin waving it.”

He stood there looking at me, not quite sure he was hearing what I was saying.  His look was confused – priceless.  Then he got this nervous little smile, thinking it was a joke.  It isn’t!   LOL!

I can’t wait until I go back in to open another business account – to produce custom-made Bullshit Flags!

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German Fighter Pilots

When I was a kid I read almost everything I could find on WW II American Fighter Pilots.  Dick Bong was a favorite.  I also enjoyed reading about Robert Lee Scott, Bob Johnson, and of course, Chuck Yeager.  When I lived in San Antonio I would occasionally stop in and have a beer (or 2, or 3…) with David Lee “Tex” Hill of the Flying Tigers.  I loved hearing his stories, first hand!

For the past 20 years or so I have gravitated toward reading about German Fighter Pilots. From WWI; Max Immelmann, Oswald Boelcke, Ernst Udet and The Red Baron, Manfred von Richthofen.  In WW II there was Erich Hartman, Gunther Rall, Johannes Steinhoff and of late, Hans-Joachim Marseille.  Marseille is quickly becoming my favorite.

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Marseille was killed at 22 with 158 confirmed kills.  He died  in an aircraft accident (engine failure) while attempting to bail out.  I am attracted to Marseille because of his ‘free spirit.’  Many will claim a ‘free spirit’ has no place in a fighter unit.  And for the most part I agree.  But there are ‘exceptions’ to this, as there are with most rules.  Marseille was also an excellent pilot, and one hell of a shot!

One of my favorite stories about Marseille is when his boss grounded him – to keep Marseille from achieving 40 kills before he did.  Marseille was so pissed off at his boss he took to the air and strafed his bosses’ tent!  He didn’t actually “brass up” the tent; he just ran a string of bullets across the entry of the tent!  He was subsequently grounded again, but I reckon he felt it was worth it.  So do I!

I honestly think that had I been in that unit that day I would have tagged along with Marseille’s and put a second line of bullets in front of that asshole’s tent!  I have never suffered moron commanders very well at all…

The German pilots I enjoy reading about were not “political” in nature at all.  They were warriors.  And while flying for “lost causes” for the most part, they fought with reckless abandon, never quitting.  I find that admirable…

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One Rod, or Two?

And so I decided I would buy the boys, Noah (6) and Evan (4) each a cane fishing pole, and teach hem how to fish.

There’s a great little fishing tackle store in Maumee, OH about 8-10 miles from me.  I stopped in and found 2 cane poles like I was looking for.  Six bucks each.  As I stood there, pondering, a guy asked if I needed some help.  I told him that I had 2 grandsons, and that I didn’t know whether to buy 1 or 2 cane fishing poles.

He said, “For only $12, why not just buy both?”

To which I replied, “Oh, the money is not the issue, I just don’t know whether to buy two poles and teach them how to fish, or one pole and teach them how to fight…”  He just stood there, looking at me.

I eventually walked out with 2 cane fishing poles… now the real fun begins!

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The Honor of Talking to My Class – 50 Years Later

The Graduating Class of 1964, Gen. H.H. Arnold High School, Wiesbaden, West Germany, held a 50th Reunion in Austin, TX last month.  I was reluctant to attend because I really didn’t know anyone, except Doc.  But Doc continued to encourage me and I decided it just might be the time to ‘show up.’

I am deeply engaged in this project, ‘The BratPin.’  This is an initiative to recognize and honor Military Brats – for their service, for our service, to our country.  I attempted to gain this recognition through Congress, but after 4 years now of “sitting in committee,” I decided to do it myself.

I called Doc and floated the idea of providing a BratPin for everyone in attendance; after all, most of the kids in my graduating class are Military Brats.  Our host, Mark S., agreed to the idea, and one was put in each of the welcoming bags.

The reunion ran 3 days.  On the last evening at Mark’s house, I was given the opportunity to talk to my class – to explain the significance of the BratPin.

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Talking about the BratPin was easy; it’s been a passion of mine for well over four years now.  However, as I got deeper into my presentation all of a sudden it hit me – here I am, talking to my class, 50 years after graduation…

I wasn’t ‘anybody’ in high school.  I hid.  And I hid in plain sight, very well.  When I first got to the reunion maybe only but 1 or 2 people knew me.  But I knew who ‘they’ were.  I knew who was a ‘jock,’ a cheerleader, a National Honor Society member, the Prom Court and so forth.  I knew them – but they didn’t know me.  So to have the opportunity to speak to my class truly was an honor.

And the significance of it all hit me as I spoke and looked out over my classmates – everyone was actually paying attention to me.  That was humbling.  And when I was finished speaking, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder…

Screen Shot 2014-05-09 at 5.25.48 PMI didn’t know who it was until I saw this picture – it is Mark S.  I don’t know if he knows how much his simple gesture meant to me that night – it was as if I was finally ‘back home.’

There were so many people there I knew but really didn’t know.  However, over the 3 days I got to know many of them and I am so glad I did.  To the point where I am looking forward to our next reunion to continue conversations began – and perhaps, beginning new ones.

I am so blessed – to have been part of this class…

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Shredding the Lies of a 16-Year Old

And so I actually attended a high school reunion last week – my 50th.  I was ‘a little’ apprehensive as I drove to San Antonio, but not as much as I had been before.  I guess it was time.  And I am so glad I went!

I graduated from General H.H. Arnold High School in 1964; in Wiesbaden, West Germany.  I can remember that first day so clearly.  I walked to school that day, found a desk against the wall in my home room, and I hunkered down!  Gen. H.H. Arnold was my 4th high school, in 4 years (in 3 countries).  As I watched the interaction of the other kids, kids who had been there for 2 to 3 years, I withdrew even further.  Maybe a fear of rejection drove me even deeper into my self-imposed isolation?  The insecurities and ‘fear’ of a 16-year old didn’t help either I suppose.  At any rate I kept my head down that year and somehow struggled through it…

Doc Holaday is one guy who I have stayed in touch with since high school.  He and I were on the soccer team together.  Over the past 10 – 15 years he has encouraged me to attend many of these reunions, but my sick mind kept telling me, “What’s the point, no one would remember me anyway.”  About a year and a half ago he once again mentioned our reunion, telling me that I would enjoy myself.  So this year I agreed to attend – and you know what?  He was right; we were both right!

I attended this year, and I had a great time – and I didn’t know anyone else!  But I knew ‘who’ they were; I knew who you were.  I knew a good many of the names of the folks in attendance, and their “affiliations.”  I knew the “jocks,” the “intellects” (from National Honor Society), the cheerleaders, the Prom Court, the class officers and so forth.  Yes, I “knew” who you were, but I didn’t know any of you.  And last week I “met” you; and this week came to love you…

I suppose this is nothing more than yet another affirmation that behind “fear” is “love.” And once I could shed that fear I carried for so long, I found love.  Once I shed the “lies of a 16-year old,” I found love.  And this morning, it just “feels” so good…

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I Don’t Know Either Jim..

I had been working with Jim S. for about 3-4 years (in therapy) when one morning he sat back in his chair and just looked at me, saying nothing.  He just stared at me with a grin.  Then after a while he said, “I can’t figure it out.  I don’t know if you are the most complex person I have ever worked with, or the simplest.”  And he just grinned…

I don’t know either Jim…

 

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Suspending Surveillance

Looks like the mayor of NYC is “pulling the plug” on surveillance of suspected terror plots within the muslim community – because somebody complained. Now those assets can be deployed to keep watch over those pesky Lutheran jihad guys… Remember all those blonde, blue-eyed guys who hijacked the jets on 9/11?

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The Inspiration to be an Air Force Pilot

 

Alan was my ‘roomie’ at Korat, Thailand in 1974.  Another one of the blessings in my life has been his friendship over these many years.  The other day he sent an email to me, explaining how he became inspired to become an Air Force pilot.  I was so taken by it that I asked him if I could include it in my blog…

“I’m at Myrtle Beach Int’l now, formerly Myrtle Beach AFB, parked in front of the old base ops building, reflecting on my early aspirations to be an Air Force pilot.  One weekend in the spring of ’69, when I was a senior and giving some serious thought to applying for UPT, I was here in a P-2 on a weekend cross-country with my Navy reserve squadron and taking in all I could of what life in the Air Force might be like.  When we came out to the airplane Sunday morning to leave there was a T-38 parked just down the ramp from us, very close, I think, to where we’re parked now.  It was from Laredo and was the wing commander’s airplane, all polished and new-looking.  I walked all around it, checking it out carefully, just able to see the ADI in the front cockpit, and thinking how possibly sometime in the not-too-distant future I could be flying one.  It was the first T-38 I’d seen close-up and I was all fired up, excited at the prospect that I could have a chance to fly one and at the same time apprehensive about whether I could make the cut.  Confidence won out, though, and it was this moment that clinched the deal for me to decide on going in the Air Force.

So here I am 45 years later, having come full circle to the place where it all began, kind of like you sitting on the curb at base ops at RND, thinking about that pivotal moment in my life and the journey it led me on.  Just wanted to share this with you…”

I love hearing stories like this – they’re inspirational to me, even today…

Thanks Alan!

 

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Proud Graduate of Gen. H.H. Arnold HS, 1964

It is the custom here in Northwest Ohio for folks to place signs in their yards to commemorate the graduations of their kids from high school.  So every year come June these annual signs will be popping up.

I graduated from high school in Wiesbaden, West Germany in 1964.  My parents never placed a sign in our yard when I graduated.  Don’t think anyone ever thought of ’em, but I never had one – and I deserved one!  Four high schools in four years, in three different countries.  It’s a miracle in itself that I even graduated!  I certainly deserved a sign!  (LOL!)

Maybe 15, 16 years ago I decided to create my own sign.  The school colors of the local school are the similar to ours, blue and white.  So, this is what I came up with:

IMG_1911It’s funny, how many folks drive by, day in and day out, never paying any attention at all… clueless!  And here I am, laughing my ass off!

(By the way, I have a nice prize for the first person who shows up to acknowledge the sign.  If only I could remember where I put it?)

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Creating…

I have always been somewhat of an ‘entrepreneur’ without actually knowing it, per se.  As it turns out, ‘creating stuff’ – creating something from nothing – has always fascinated me.  Even thinking of stuff to create has intrigued me.

In my early thirties I would upon occasion, find myself in a dark, smokey VFW bar somewhere.  Wonder how I got there?  Often on the row of stools would be a row of fools (stole this line from “Pop A Top,” Jim Ed Brown…), including my self!  Once I heard these two “rum-dumbs” (as Dear Ole Dad often referred to these guys as) in deep conversation.  They were both sitting there, each with cigarette in one hands and a half glass of beer in the other.

“You know Charlie, that idea (whatever it was) would have worked!”  one guy proclaimed to the other.

“Gawd-damned right it would have…” replied Charlie.  And so opened the conversation about an idea that surfaced, then died, because it wasn’t followed through upon.  I don’t know why, but I would rather fall on my ass trying an idea, than find myself explaining to some other rum-dumb about my good idea – and how it “could have” worked.

Since I have retired from the Air Force, I have formed 3 businesses: ORF Enterprises, BratPin, Inc. and VetCards, LLC.

ORF (Old Retired ‘Fella’) Enterprises was a company wherein I designed and sold Air Force Pilot Flying Log Books first, then gravitated to military scrapbooks.  It did all right, but not as well as it could have, had I recognized the need for “marketing.”

BratPin, Inc. formed last September (2013) has done fantastic.  This is a “non-profit” company I formed to sell lapel pins, and other products to recognize and honor military kids – Military Brats.  (See: www.bratpin.com)  In just over the 6 months it has been operating, I have sold over $19,000 of BratPin products!  And this is promoting almost exclusively through Facebook.

The VetCard LLC. venture is just about to get off the ground.  It is a business that recognizes Veterans in the form of ‘trading cards.’  Novel idea, ain’t it?  It will be curious to see where it goes… (See: http://www.workandplaytradingcards.com/build-a-card.html)

I have not “succeeded” with every venture I have attempted; but neither have I failed with them.  Some have just done better than others.  I think my key in creating a venture is recognizing the need for the product.  I tend to ask myself, “Is this something I would like?”

Then I ask myself, “Is this something I can afford to do myself, without ‘outside’ financial support?”  Being a successful, educated white guy makes it hard to get a government loan.  (Truth hurts, doesn’t it Mr. Government Bureaucrat!)

And finally I ask myself, “Is this something I want to do?”  I don’t always implement my “good ideas.”  Not because they are necessarily “bad ideas,” but I just may not be interested in pursuing the idea at the time.

I once came up with an idea to create a “Baby Boomer Number” for all of us Baby Boomers (See: https://www.lonelypilotbob.com/?p=2317).  Then Dennis took the idea to fruition (See: http://www.mybabyboomernumber.com/)  I sure wish him well – it’s a great idea!  LMAO!

Another idea I have toyed with is creating custom-made Bullshit Flags.  Small little flags that you could pull out and wave when appropriate – like at staff meetings, political gatherings, school board meetings, divorce hearings, etc.  You wouldn’t ever have to get “vocal” with anything anymore – just sit there and calmly wave your Bullshit flag!  The idea still holds appeal for me…may look into it further, who knows?

I think, in the end, “fear” is the only thing that holds us back.  Fear of failing.  Well screw it – I might just learn something from failing… like not to do that again!  LOL!

So, if you have a good idea, and have really thought it through, “Go For It!”  And, have FUN with it; otherwise, why do it?

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