So I started a new job this past week. A business really. A Venture. What I Think is review website I’ve been working on all summer. I know what you may be thinking: “So you started a website? Big deal! That’s not a job or business! Any idiot can do that.”
Well, you are right…. any idiot did.
But I think, with your help, I can turn this into a job for myself and potentially a business where we could employ others.
What I Think could be what the tag says REAL MAINE REVIEWS. I feel it is so difficult now to trust what is real or not… from news...to politics… to advertising and everything else. What I Think is going to just that What I Think.. Me .. Doug Gordon. A real person.
Again, I can feel you thinking thru the Cyberspace (is that still a real word?)...
And that reminds of a story (Like you didn’t know that was coming.)
When I was in high school, a million years ago, my family bought one of the early VCR machines. Remember those? The ones that popped the tape up and weighed as much as a refrigerator. We had to rent the tapes in Bangor and then mail them back to the store as no one at the time rented out movies in Lincoln or Mattawamkeag. With Redbox, Netflix, digital copies and millions of streaming channels on the horizon, renting VHS tapes and getting them back to avoid late charges seems ridiculous now. But it’s what we did. I had the big idea to start buying movies and open my own store, right in Good ole ‘Keag. However, I didn’t have the money and they were VERY expensive. The conversation with my Dad went something like this:
Me: Dad Can I borrow $500?
Dad: Hahahah…….(realizes I was serious)... No.
Me: Don’t you even wanna know why?
Dad: Nope. (I could tell he wanted to be away from me)
Me: I want to buy some video tapes. Bill at BJ’s store will rent them to their customers and then split the money with me. I’ve already talked to him about it.
Dad: (looks perplexed and sighs): I can hear the words coming out of your mouth but when I try to put them all together they don’t make any sense. So the answers still No.
Me: You won’t even think about it? I can pay you back with the money we make off the rentals.
Dad: How much do these tapes cost?
Me: Ninety dollars. Each.
Dad: You’re crazy! (He waved me off and walked away.)
And we never spoke of video tapes again. Of course, I did open my store and with both my parents help. I had several stores in the Bangor area until Industry died after 2010. I guess the moral of the story is, sometimes you have to take a chance, roll the dice and do things other people think are crazy. That’s what the American dream is all about, to me anyway. I know I can make a living from this Blog/website, lots of people do. And if your eyeballs are still reading this, you are already helping me. THANK-YOU!
“$90 for a video tape? Can’t give em away now. Then again, Check this one out:”