The annual company holiday party was held over the weekend at Clearman’s North Woods Inn. As President and Founder, we were obligated to offer some anecdotes. What follows is an excerpt of our impractical perambulations…
The year is fading fast. The last fragments of 2014 are rapidly slipping by like the last grains of sand through an hourglass. The fewer days there are left the quicker they seem to disappear.
Take a look around. The days are short. The nights are long…and it is especially dark before dawn. Alas, once again, 2014 was not the year our humble publishing business moved from darkness into the light.
Every sale we made took an inordinate amount of time and energy to acquire. For selling newsletters has been like selling ice cubes to Eskimos. No one seems to want what we have…even when we try and give away the store for free.
Most enterprising fellows would have cut their losses long ago. They would have folded up shop and gone into carpet cleaning or chiropractory, or, perhaps, become a magician at the local dinner theatre. Continue reading







