Boom Echo

Every boom has an echo, right?

One of the interesting things I noticed about fads (or booms, if you will), is that the maximum number of purveyors appeared long after the peak in demand. The product would reach its height, and then, slowly, almost imperceptibly start its inevitable decline, but the number of stores that would pop up to sell it would accelerate.

I used to explain this by using a 'froth' analogy. The cup runneth over...and over and over....

But I think the mechanics of it are deeper than that.

First of all, let me state this is just a theory, so take it for what it's worth.

Secondly, when I say the boomlet reached its peak, I mean the 'golden age' is over. It no longer is difficult to get the product, the prices are starting to fall, and thus the profits. But the product may be selling in greater numbers overall than ever before. Just nots so you can make any money off it.

The temptation is to follow the prices down, to deny that the product is failing. Failing to make a profit.

It seems crazy that so many stores could possibly be selling what -- just a short time before -- you had been the only one to see the potential of, the only one to take the risk, to develop the market. How are they doing it? you ask yourself in disbelief.

Usually, I'd get hit from both sides -- the big guys would take notice, and the bigger the fad the more likely they'd use the fad as a 'loss leader' and lower the prices to close to wholesale. They just want people in the door. Then I'd get hit by the little guys, who's best idea of how to generate business is to try to steal the customers you have already created and the only way they know how to do that is to undercut in prices.

I tried the first couple of times this happened to keep my customers -- by both competing in price and keeping the same level of service. But this is pretty much impossible, because the service was costly in time, money, space and effort and my competitors were apparently willing to lose money in order to gain market share. How do you compete will someone who thinks they can name that tune with one note?

Here's the kicker.

The overall market might -- to outward appearances -- even by objective numbers -- still be expanding in sales. Sometimes for years. Each outlet is selling less, each outlet is making much less profit, but there are so many outlets that the overall industry continues to expand.

None of this made much sense to me the first couple of times -- until I realized there was no sense to it. I was competing against people who had little imagination, who only really noticed the fad while it was in full swing and only then decided to jump on the bandwagon -- this goes doubly for the mass market, who usually only jump on when the fad has reached its ultimate mania.

Then it really gets crazy. The stores that opened at the peak start to fail, and two other stores will pop up to take their place. Then they'd fail, and two more stores per store would open up. This goes on for years, sometimes. These stores were generated, propagated, at the height of the mania even though they may not have opened until long afterward. They don't see the failing sales or profits because they have nothing to compare it to.

Nuttiest of all, is the phenomenon of stores opening to replace failed stores who follow the exact same business model of the failures. They don't copy me, or some of the other established stores, who are still in business.

No, they liked the failed stores because the stores were "CHEAPER" and the owners were too stupid to realize why they had failed (or unwilling to admit it) and would usually point their fingers at the landlords, or the wholesalers, or the spouse, or whatever as the reason they failed.

So these nitwits decide that selling the product for next to nothing, and spending all their time and energy in a losing proposition is the way to go. And go and go.

Once it reaches this stage, the best strategy for me is to take a step back. I'll maybe moderate my prices a little bit if I want to keep up some volume but not go whole hog crazy discounter, or I'll raise the prices a little bit and order much less product and hang back.

It's hard to compete with "the new kid in town", who in his or her naivete seems so much more of a booster of the fad, (while I'm trying to warn people to watch out), who's idea of competing is to be cheaper, who provides suicidal services like opening product to get the 'best' from it, selling it cheap, then taking what's left and selling it even cheaper.

I play a little bit of rope-a-dope then, wait for them to become disenchanted, or split in the middle of the night and just hope that some of my old customers will drift back to me.

But usually, it's pretty much over.

When I was visiting Brett's store in Roseburg, he mentioned how interesting it was that so many of the old-line stores that existed 20 years ago are still around: Heroes Haven, Emerald City, Things from Another World, Excaliber, Pegasus Books, and so on. Of course, that is a prediction of a natural phenomenon -- that is, the survivors would be the survivors. But I also think it's a valid observation -- and the only answer I could give him was, "None of us became crazy discounters."

I see Magic as having entered into a phase where 'price' will become paramount, because Hasbro has decided to promote the product in the chain stores, because its readily available at near wholesale online, because the progeny of the magic boom are being born in every town, but where the pressure will be for stores to provide tremendous service to retain their customers is stronger than ever, so the strain will be in both price and in services (space, time, effort.)

I'm not going down that road. I'm sticking to my price.

And the customers are disappearing in droves. Which means, I guess, that my budget for boardgames and books has gotten a sudden bonus -- and I'll pursue product where I can still make a decent profit.

Meanwhile, the conflagration of the fad will burn and burn, cheap being the common denominator, services becoming more and more costly and stress inducing and resulting in less and less customer loyalty instead of more. It's a vicious cycle to get into, I tell ya.


O.K. Some of you may have figured out where I'm going with this.

Way back when I first started writing about the boom in Bend, I mentioned that I thought downtown Bend would continue to fill with stores even after the bust because of the demand created at the peak, that the 'froth' would keep filling the space.

I've been more right about that than I expected. For one thing, there really are only a couple of vital places for 'small' business in Bend, right now. Downtown. The Old Mill is more for what I consider 'medium' sized businesses -- same with the Factory Outlet or Cascade Village, etc.

But if you wanted to open a small business and get immediate foot traffic, downtown Bend is the place.

So the irony is that we are still experiencing the Echo of the Boom. Now it may be that this echo will continue to fill the space until some kind of economic recovery begins. It won't be like most fads, where the product falls and falls....and falls. Eventually, there will be a bottom to the recession, and if we are lucky, downtown Bend will have placeholders all the way until then.

But like the boomlets I talk about above, the profits may actually be less, the service stress even more, and there may be more turnover than most people are aware of. But I do believe downtown Bend is an echo of the boom right now.

When did that happen?

I've stopped reading the sports pages -- at all. I glance at the headlines, that's about it. I've also stopped reading the 'People' style sections -- because I don't watch 'reality' shows, I don't recognize any of the names. Not proud of my ignorance, just saying.

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It can be hard sometimes to visualize a point. I find that saying I pay 2.00 a foot rent in downtown Bend never resonates much with out of town storekeepers until I multiply it times their sq. ft. Then their eyes grow wide.

Linda has been saying for some time, now: "We get nearly 200 books a day in trade!" Most people shrug it off -- doesn't sound like all that much. Just as an experiment, I counted the books in the display table in front of the store -- 5 ft. long, with three rows of books -- and it came to exactly 200 books. So, about 15 linear ft. of books per day. When Linda stacks that number of books on her sorting table, it's like she disappears behind a great wall.

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Just to keep score. Yesterday was our second slowest day of the year. Thanks, downtown promotions!

Check out Jasper's blog, Otter Space Pirate, for his take on things; I swear I didn't try to influence him.

I'll say it again, especially since the Bulletin has an article about just how "local" the Farmer's Market really isn't -- these events aren't put on for the benefit of local merchants, even if local merchants buy into the notion.

That's manifested by the way they set up; with just a little thoughtfulness, they could set their booths up in a non-disruptive way. But since it doesn't matter to them, they are usually pretty careless. I try to tell the workers that if they would just move something a couple of feet, but they ignore me.

Saturday, there was a huge truck and trailer parked across the sidewalk on Bond. I called the liaison officer, and he agreed that it was parked illegally, and got it moved. Simple -- if you can just get a guy with a uniform to ask. Unnecessary with a little bit of foresight.

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Being right doesn't make it hurt any less.

The Bulletin of 2010 finally comes around the thinking of the Bubble Bloggers of 2007.

Is there a gracious way to say, "I told you so?" Probably not. I certainly take no pleasure in others misfortunes.

And it's not have if my own business and finances haven't been impacted by this downturn.

The only real difference was I clearly saw it coming, and prepared for it. While others were expanding or adding expenses, I was cutting back on overhead; while others were piling on the debt, I was cutting it down to zero.

And to be honest, even I, careful as I was, took on a bad second loan that could've come back to haunt us. I was taking care of business at the store, but still let my desire to improve my home overcome my misgivings.

I knew it was coming, just not exactly when.

Nevertheless, it's like having the knowledge that someone is going to come up and smack you in the face. It doesn't hurt any less. You just may have the bandages and medication ready.

But, honestly, go back to third quarter of 2007 and read what Bend Economy Man, and a little later -- Bendbubble Two and me -- were saying, and compare that to what the local media and experts were saying. All our alarmist talk was, if anything, an underestimation.

So pardon me if I take a little pride in that.

It's not been as clear as that ever since, by the way. I keep holding to my original observations that:

1.) The bust lasts longer than you expect.
2.) It goes deeper than you expect.
3.) Get on with your life and don't expect a turnaround anytime soon.
4.) If there is a recovery, it will happen so slowly that you won't notice until it's already here.

I mean, this has lasted so long now, that most of the bubble bloggers have even disappeared. Also, people are usually folding up and leaving Bend without a whole lot of fanfare, so you could almost put a gauze over the lense and pretend she's still pretty.

It takes a lot of guts to write what Andrew Moore wrote and I give him credit. I also will credit the Bulletin for looking the problem square in the face. I don't think they were trying to fool us three years ago, I just don't think they believed it would happen.

We've got a long way to go. Years, probably. Years of dragging sales, foreclosures and bankruptcies.

The one prediction that most of us bubble bloggers missed was downtown. I had a suspicion that downtown wouldn't empty out, but I couldn't be sure. I think I have an explanation for that, too. In my next blog.

Implications for Bend.

What a difference a few years makes.

When the Bend Bubble Blogs first popped up, one of the arguments used by the real estate promoters was that we were getting wealthier inflow, and these -- dare I say, rich?-- newcomers wouldn't be affected by a pesky little thing like a Recession.

There is a new article in the New York Times that, in fact, the rich are walking away and defaulting from mortgages without a glance backward....

"Whether it is their residence, a second home or a house bought as an investment, the rich have stopped paying the mortgage at a rate that greatly exceeds the rest of the population.

More than one in seven homeowners with loans in excess of a million dollars are seriously delinquent, according to data compiled for The New York Times by the real estate analytics firm CoreLogic.

By contrast, homeowners with less lavish housing are much more likely to keep writing checks to their lender. About one in 12 mortgages below the million-dollar mark is delinquent…"


I was always doubtful that we were getting quite as many "rich" folks as all that; I felt there were more aspirational overreachers than really wealthy. My joke was, if you saw a real estate agent and a millionaire at a downtown restaurant, guess which one paid the bill?

I've actually changed my mind about that -- I think we have indeed attracted a wealthy group of people to Bend. Driving around town, looking at all the mansions and the fancy cars -- it seems pretty clear, though I'll hold to my contention that many of them are living an illusion.

Will they stay?

Most of them, of course. But if we do indeed have an abundance of 'second' homes, it doesn't bode well for the future of housing. If rich are walking away from underwater homes, who's more underwater than Bend? Who has more second homes than Bend?

But Bend was immune, right?-- especially the West Side; ah, yes, the West Side, where 100K former mill houses were turned into 500k 'bungalows.' No danger there. Where every vacant lot was filled with a new house, shaped to fit the triangular or octagonal or whatever weird shape the lot was in. Where expensive houses were built next to each other like townhouses.

My doubts about this came from what I've seen in small business. Over the years we've gotten plenty of outwardly 'wealthy' people opening businesses downtown. My observation was that not only didn't they last, they usually were the first to go.

I've always thought there were two sturdy legs to a business -- profit and motivation. They aren't always the same thing -- you can accept a small profit if you have a strong enough motivation; and you can accept a lower motivation with a higher profit. But they are equally important, and eventually they merge -- lower motivation will bring about lower profits and vice versa.

Anyway, what I noticed was that those of us who actually DEPENDED on our businesses to make a living were much more likely to hang in there in good times and bad.

I was sometimes astonished by the caviler way another business owner would fold up his tent. "Oh, it wasn't fun anymore. " "I want to move to Montana, Bend has gotten too busy." "My former boss offered me more money."

O.K. Good. See you.

I'm here to live in Bend, thick or thin, inconvenient or not. You're out for....a good time? An easy life? Hell, I don't blame you.

But not a completely dependable, reliable motivation, in my eyes.

half an inch, half an inch, before you know it, yards....

Going back to work today after an entire week off. Can't remember when or if I've ever done that. I gave myself the last two days at home, which was a huge bonus. And my weekend is coming up, which is yet another bonus. (I really need to get back to the garden...)

I spent an hour and a half the other night after closing just straightening up. Everything in the store seemed just a little out of place. My "Half-Inch" rule just never seems to sink in with my employees, no matter how often I repeat it. I just don't think they see it, or that they see it as important.

So I go around from top to bottom, squaring things up, making things look even, and otherwise demonstrating my OCD tendencies....

It's the deal I made with myself: it's O.K. to pack the store from top to bottom, but ONLY if you keep it neat and tidy, dude.

Still catching up.

My backpack reeks of campfire. I kind of like it, even though I kind of smell like a homeless guy. Good thing I trimmed my beard.

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Listened to the first four chapters of PETER AND MAX, as part of my birthday gift to Linda.
It was fine....but it wasn't reading....

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My sister Betsy is in town, and she talked about how if she isn't reading books she feels "off-kilter", which is exactly the way I feel.

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Popped over to CACB site at 9:00 this morning (Wed. the 7th) and it's dropped to a new low of .41, or down 10%. It will be interesting if the 'saviors' come along at the end of the day and prop up the stock again. And how long they'll keep doing it. Either that, or there are some people really 'playing' the stocks ups and downs.

P.S. Looks like they tried to boost the stock at 2:30, and then the bottom fell out. Ended at 17% down, a new low of .38.

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This might be an apropos moment to state that I think we are in double dip for sure. I'm pretty sure we're in fourth consecutive month of down sales Year to Year, after seven consecutive months up, and I just don't get the sense that tourists are spending as much.

Bend still has some tough years to get through, in my opinion.

I'm having a bit of a hard time deciphering it, because three of my main categories are way, way down. But the two newest categories, games and books, are up considerably. But I'll go with my suspicion that this here Great Recession is far from over.

Thankfully, I had budgeted to try to make some major profit this summer, and this just means I'll be closer to a small profit, or at worse break-even. Nevertheless, a bit disappointing.

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Who's askin', bud.

I hereby officially give up on all attempts to talk to other bookstore owners while on trips.

(With one significant exception, which happened on the way home after I wrote most of this entry.)

Today was typical. We passed by what looked like a Crafter's Mall kind of store with a small sign saying, BOOKS. Since we never pass up a bookstore, we popped in, to find that a good 25% of a very large space were used books, and they were separated by category and author and nicely displayed.

The store had a ton of other collectibles, up to and including comics, toys and baseball cards -- but the kind of collections they probably got for pennies on the dollar, at estate sales or garage sales.

Anyway, I introduced myself as someone who had a bookstore in Bend.

"We dropped in because of your sign for books," I said. "But you have way more than I would've expected...."

"How do you like this space?" she asks. (I think she maybe was hoping to rent out....)

"I'd kill for a space this big," I said. "But our rent is 2.00 a foot in downtown Bend."

The husband said, "In Sacramento they're paying 12.00 a foot!"

"I think we're talking apples and oranges," I said. (Later I looked up the highest rents in the country, and mid-town Manhattan is about 6.50 a foot. San Francisco office is about 3.00 per foot. So I suspect the guy was talking about 1.00 a foot per month...)

She shrugged. 2.00 a foot just didn't register as anything special.

"How big is this space?" I asked.

"Oh, about 4500 sq. ft."

"So my rent would be 9000.00 a month," I said. A lady browsing in the store gawfawed unbelieving, as if I'd just told a whopper.

"Well, you gotta realize they break up the spaces downtown," I said lamely, "so not many people are paying that much..."

Conversation was cut short. I was shown their backs.

I'm feeling kind of embarrassed, like they think I was bragging or something. Whereas I thought I was just imparting information. So I wandered around, not wanting to seem too put out.

Later, I asked if they sold many sports cards?

NO, the guy says.

End of conversation.

I'm always a little embarrassed and humbled by these types of conversations. I'm sure if I talked about the weather and how "great" books are and so on, the conversation would've continued, but nothing ever gets to the point of real substance.

I have to believe it's my own fault, because it almost always ends this way -- or never gets started. They either shut down, or show zero curiosity. I think I come across as a little too aggressive or straightforward; I don't grease the wheels first.

Linda tells me to just act like a customer, and I'd probably get more information that way, and I suppose it might be true.

I suspect I'd still get lots of talk about the weather.



P.S. Later, we visited a couple of other bookstores, and taking Linda's advice, I took a much more casual approach. But, while the conversation was pleasant enough, I'm still not sure I learned much.



Then on the way back to Bend, we took a sidetrip to Roseburg. I knew there was a longtime comic shop (HEROES HAVEN) there, and we drove through a half-empty downtown hoping to stumble across it, and sure enough I saw comic posters in some windows.

We went in what was the back door, and found ourselves in a nice comic shop, about twice as big as mine. The owner, Brett, was there along with his parents, who apparently have always been involved in the store, in fact, they had been running the store for a couple of weeks while Brett took his sister down to college in Arizona.

Since we both belong to the Comic Book Industry Alliance bulletin board, I took a chance and introduced myself.

"Of course!" he says. "I read your blog!"

"Really!" I was feeling inordinately pleased. "But you never comment!"

"I tried once, but it wouldn't post. Anyway, we have so many of the same concerns...."(so far so good) -------"but we have completely opposite solutions."

You know, I thought about this comment for a long time on the way home, and decided that it was completely O.K. And not all that surprising.

The main thing is -- he recognizes some of the same problems as me, which is the most important part of the equation. Recognizing the problems.

His solutions would be dictated by his space, his inclinations, his history and many other factors, just as mine are.

Besides, in talking to him, I realized that really we weren't all that far off. For instance, he had also decided that 'play space' for the gamers was a non-winner. He too had recognized that boardgames could sell, and that few others were competing with us.

His magic competition was such that he felt compelled to lower prices, and I'm facing the same dilemma. I'm probably going to just scale back my orders and concentrate on better selling product, but we more or less had the same problem.

He told me he had gotten in early on Warhammer, and it had always been a valuable part of his store. When he had some tough competition, he found that steadily ordering and having in stock the newest releases had eventually overcome the 'new' guy. Which is another similarity we have in the way we stock our stores.

The biggest difference I saw was that he had many more monthly comics displayed on the wall, as well as back issues. He had less graphic novels than I carry, and he didn't have as much 'independent' art type books. He had a similar selection of toys. And he had avoided sports cards and manga -- "There were 14 card shops in Roseburg and now there are none!" I told him I thought he was probably lucky to have missed those two fads.

Anyway, we talked for over an hour and it seemed like we barely scratched the surface, and Linda was pulling on my arm, so after getting his business card, we left. I told him that if I ever took the plunge into Warhammer I'd be asking for advice.

A couple of other things. He has more subscribers and obviously sells more monthlies than I do, even though he's in a smaller town. But when you walk into his store, it obviously is a "comic" shop, and my store is a bit more "pop culture" store -- which if you are into comics you probably find them, but if you aren't into comics you might hardly know they are there. Same with games and the rest.

I pay a penalty by having the limited space and high rents, but I feel like I have to do it because of the location. That is, devoting twice the space to comics probably wouldn't result in enough sales to compensate for the lost sales in everything else.

If I was in a cheaper location with more space, yeah, I probably would sell more comics.

The second remarkable thing is that Brett started his store when he was 15 years old, (I think he's currently in his late 30's) and that he has almost never missed any of the Oregon comic conventions. He is a true, blue comic guy.


Time outs.

I take time outs from all the get-togetherness of the extended family. The trick is to not miss the significant gatherings, but maybe a couple of the casual gatherings. I don't know. Linda has an insatiable appetite for it, a hunger to spend time with her brothers and sisters and nieces and everyone.

Especially her son. Todd and his girlfriend Sarah drove down from Portland yesterday. After spending almost the entire day the day before with the family, I wanted to take a quick jaunt to Brookings. It was 10:00 in the morning.

"I don't want to miss Todd and Sarah," Linda says.

"They won't be here until 3:00 at the earliest," I said. "And that's the beauty of the cellphone, we can be back in half an hour."

Reluctantly, she went along with my plan, hence the post about bookstores. But she was figuratively tapping her foot the whole time.

We got back to our motel at around 1:00 and the kids arrived around 3:30.


Next day: After a jaunt up to the redwoods, and an encounter with a banana slug, and a stick stuck into the side of a tire, most of the family took off, leaving Linda and her brother Lee and me to join Norma at her motel at the beach for the fireworks. The motel wouldn't let us stay in the room, but it turned out the beach was perfect, especially since we were able to build a bonfire (there was a huge cache of wood in the rocks above us.)

I can't remember the last time I was near a bonfire -- seems like fires have been pretty much forbidden around Central Oregon for ages. It was really nice, smoke in the eyes and everything, and it kept us warm. (I went with a light coat -- it's July!) The constant fireworks before and after the official fireworks were nice -- ah, the smell of gunpowder -- and the fires along the crescent beach running for mile and miles was very beautiful. (A couple of chubby cops came down and informed us that bonfires actually weren't allowed -- then waved their arm down the beach where there were dozens and dozens of them, and smiled and said, "Be sure and put it out before you leave..." and sauntered away.)

A young couple spent about fifteen minutes in front of us trying to start a fire, and finally asked us for a burning stick and I went over and got a nice roaring fire going for them. One thing I've always been good at, being a native Bendite.

Driving back to our motel through the traffic jam, I made the comment -- "Thank goodness for family obligations, or I'd never do this kind of thing...." Maybe not the most diplomatic of things to say, but true.

One last breakfast together, and then we're heading back, driving on our spare and hoping for the best. (staying away from sharp sticks). We'll listen to Linda's audio book, and yet another taboo will be broken. Gosh, I'm getting so accommodating!

The Big Blue Suitcase.

Lois had mentioned that she wanted her niece, Norma (or the Norse Neema, as I shall always remember her) to have a "blue" suitcase. So just before we left Bend, we went to the storage unit and got it out. Man, it was heavy. Really heavy. We popped it open just enough to see some photographs, then put it into the back of the car and headed down.

So on the first night down here, Norma came up to our room and we spread the contents of the blue suitcase on the bed.

Lois had a very dark time in her early life in San Fran. Everyone in the family knows about it; her son and daughter who had been adopted out back then had tracked her down and had become an unexpected part of the family. We are all kind of aware of the kind of life she lived -- a very art-filled life, I'd even go so far as to say Beatnik. It made the prim and proper and fastidious Lois seem kind of mysterious to me.

I won't go into all the details of what was in the suitcase, because I don't think Norma would want me to, but suffice to say, it was unexpectedly dark stuff. Pretty soon, Linda and Norma were crying, and I was sort of trying to stay out of the way. There were photos and keepsakes from that era, and a journal, and poems, and it was as if Lois had taken all this dark time and put them in an old suitcase, and closed them for good.

And yet, this was also the most emotional and challenging and adventurous and youthful part of her life, and it was as if she was saying, don't forget this part of me.

That old blue suitcase was very heavy.

I had the inspiration to say, "You know, Norma. Lois really honored you to trust you with this. She must have really thought you were the right person to have it."

And that seemed to lighten the load just a little.

As I write this, the suitcase is still here, in the motel room, until it's time for Norma to pick it up.

A big blue suitcase with some very heavy contents.

The Cummins way.

My wife's family is casual in their planning, to say the least. Heading for the coast on the 4th of July weekend? Heck, who needs reservations? A party of nine for dinner on Saturday night? Show up at 7:30 for dinner and trust to god.

So Lois's memorial was similarly planned. We knew that we wanted a beach. So we drove down the coast until we found an empy turnout. It is one of my favorite spots in Crescent City, the place I usually go to walk and read and drink my morning coffee. So it was very familar.

We went down, and there were rocks far enough into the surf to be able to put Lois's ashes in.
We gathered in a circle and the family told stories of Lois, and my soft-hearted son and wife were both in tears, as were the favorite neices, and it was all very nice.

Niece Ramona had brought daisies from her garden, and she cast them into surf. Bear, her big black german shepard plunged in after them and scooped them up. And that was all right. It was good.

Then Niece Norma gave each of us a little memorial she had printed up, with passages from Lois's writing. Linda gave each of us a bookmark and a piece of salt-water taffy. And then it was time for each of to take a handful of ash and place it in the ocean.

Afterward, we gathered in a circle again, and brother Lee, who is a minister, said a prayer of rememberance. And that was all right. It was good.

We took pictures, and the dog got in the way of everything, and Norma fell down trying to get into the picture and lost a bracelet but they went back the next morning and found it and that was all right.

I looked out into the ocean, and there, not 20 feet out, was a sea otter, cavorting in the surf. Seriously. We just stood there and watched, and tried to get pictures, and it was good.

Then we gathered up, and went off to dinner --without reservations -- and had a grand time.

I think the Cummin's way may be the best way afterall.

mellow guy

Linda and I are on a five day vacation in her hometown, Crescent City, for a family reunion of her family and a memorial for her sister Lois. So I won't be posting these posts until I get back to Bend.

I grabbed some CD's on the way out the door. I've kinda quit listening to music in the car; I like my peace and quiet, but it's a long trip. Around Crater Lake I put in Patsy Cline (yeah, I like her and Hank Williams, too. What ya gonna do?). I started joking the music would be a perfect score for the Twilight movies. It was pretty magical there for awhile, driving through the cathedral forest and listening to her pure voice. Crazy.

Linda gets both CD's and DVD's in her used bookstore, even though she doesn't really want them. I tell her to take them, because out of every batch there is one or two I actually can stand to listen to. Most of them are kind of vanilla, for some reason. But I like some absolutely white-bread stuff once in a while, guilty pleasures like Roger Whitaker and stuff like that. It's a bit of an exploration into unknown territory, sometimes.

Yesterday's batch had a John Hiatt, who I already like and have in my collection. Listening to these songs, we both realized that they were very '80's -- about the time Linda and I were first getting together; kind of rhythm and blues and a bit of disco or electronic. (I think of John Hiatt as your quintessential guitar songwriter...) Fun stuff, even if a bit dated.

Elliot Smith. Very John Lennonish.

Michael Penn -- circa 1992. He writes one killer song, and dresses it up in killer ways. Linda and I also have a Micheal Penn CD from earlier.

I also gave Linda a CD book, based on the comic series FABLES, called PETER AND MAX, and told her part of my present was I'd be willing to listen it on the way home. I don't like being read to, much. I'd rather get the author's voice without someone interpreting for me, but I'm going to think of it as a 'new' and 'Linda' experience.

I'm really trying to loosen up this trip, go with the flow, let everyone else do the planning, and be casual. Last night, watching Twilight, I had to restrain Linda from telling the women behind us to be quiet because I just didn't want the drama -- and she was only doing it because she knows how much it bothers me.

As it happened, Twilight was kind of corny anyway, so their cackling didn't bother me -- and I decided to treat it as a 'new' experience -- just part of all the Twilight crazyness.

They say guys mellow as they get older, and I'm trying to facilitate that.

Just before we left, Linda got a huge batch of used CD's; some really soft stuff like Johnny Mathis and Air Supply -- and Roger Whitaker. So I'm going to skim the edges of old fogginess and try listening to some of them (Not Air Supply!).

Next thing you know, I'll be getting myself a motorhome and a metal detector and some black socks and sandals and listening to Johnny Mathis and kicking back with an Old Milwaukee and to heck with all you young whippersnappers.


Relax and Enjoy.

So we have entered that time span where it really doesn't matter much what I do. Either the tourists show up, or they don't. Either they spend money, or they don't.

During the off months, not having an item in stock hurts.

During the busy months, something else will sell instead.

But it is always slightly nerve-wracking, because you can't be totally, entirely sure that they'll show up. Christmas is also like this: but, as I always end up finding, they haven't canceled Christmas, yet. They haven't canceled Summer, yet.

It took me a long time to realize that my sales would happen because of what I have in stock JUST BEFORE the season starts; not after the season starts. In fact, ordering lots of material in the busy season just leaves that material and the leftover bills for Fall, the slow season.

So, now I just sort of sit back and hope for the best, and relax and enjoy the weather, take time off for vacations, and let nature take it's course.


P.S. I just realized this is my 2000 post. Haven't missed a day.

Never listen to experts.

That's not quite right. Listen to experts -- if you know without a doubt they really are an expert in your field. Otherwise, stay away.

Or more to the point, if you can find that "Expert" early in your career, and can take his/her advice to heart, and can adapt that advice to your own situation and quirks, then yeah, listen to the expert.

Good luck with that.

You won't know it's good advice until you've already made the mistakes or had the success that tells you whether it's good advice. Ideally, you find that person and they are willing to help you and guide you. But it's hard to do.

But the biggest problem -- you probably won't listen. Simple as that. You will reject the good advice and do your thing, and maybe discover later on that it was something you should have followed, but oh, well, water under the bridge.

There are a whole lot of phony experts out there. Promotional minded people, who will have you going in the wrong direction, they'll make you feel good, rah, rah, rah. They won't tell you the things you don't want to hear.

There are few if any useful books for Mom and Pops; I don't think the money is there-- the Mom and Pops probably wouldn't buy them, most of them, they are seat of the pants, cards close to the vest, sort of personalities.

The books I have found are usually about accounting, or tax issues (how to set up an S-corp, for instance), or about other -- to me -- peripheral issues.

Or they are useless pep-talks ("You can do it!") or magical thinking. ("If you want it enough, it will happen!")

I was lucky enough to stumble across "Growing a Business" by Paul Hawken, early in my career. But not too early -- I'd made about half the mistakes he talks about, which made me wise enough to take his advice about the other half of mistakes I hadn't made yet.

Interestingly, Smith and Hawken's (gardening supplies) are out of business, and I'm still rolling.

(I'm pretty sure that Hawken made a bundle selling to a corporation, which drove it into the ground.)

Retail survival list.

Observations for which I get in trouble every time.

1.) Advertising is a waste of money.
2.) Promotions are a waste of time.
3.) Gathering space is a waste of space.
4.) Discounts are stupid.
5.) Street closures hurt business.
6.) Kids don't read comics.
7.) Never listen to experts.
8.) Big businesses are dinosaurs.
9.) Your core for any hobby are Mom and Pops.
10.)Comics are literature.
11.)Comics are art.
12.)Business isn't rocket science, it's math.
13.)Experts usually aren't.
14.)Mom and Pops grow the business...
15.)Big business plunders.
16.)Big box stores are ponzi schemes.
17.)Always pick the bigger town/more competition.
18.)Never pick the smaller town/less competition.
19.)No amount of brilliance will overcome the math.
20.)Superhero movies have zero effect on comic sales.
21.)Old 'collectibles' are a con.
22.)Antiques Roadshow has a lot to answer for.
23.)The internet is our savior.
24.)The internet is our doom.
25.)Stay small -- don't expand beyond your abilities.
26.)Stay in place -- don't move, change services, etc. to save a few bucks.
27.)Mom and Pops earn enough for Mom and Pop, not managers and a crew.
28.)Producers will always drop the Mom and Pop in favor of big business.
29.)Once the Mom and Pop's are dropped, it's only a matter of time before a full collapse...
30.)Magical thinking won't overcome the math.
31.)Wanting it ain't enough.
32.)Product, product, product.
33.)If something isn't selling, raise the price.
34.)If something is selling, stick to your price.
35.)Friends come and go, enemies accumulate.
36.)You can't please everyone.
37.)"The customer is always right," is a promotional gimmick.
38.)Big business will tell you what you want to hear, then do what they want.
39.)Let product be your display, not fancy expensive fixtures...
40.)The more you carry, the more you'll sell.
41.)Don't dump product, keep it, and handsell it to the truly interested.
42.)Everything sells eventually.
43.)It's better to have product customers want, than that they like you.
44.)It's better to have it at the higher price, than NOT have it at the lower price.
45.)Bad parking just means you're busy. ("No one eats there anymore, it's too crowded.)
46.)You'll never stay popular forever. Popularity comes and goes...
47.)No business will tell you how well they are really doing.
48.)If you are slow, you'll find out later everyone else was too.
49.)Inner dynamics are more important than outer. (the economy, competition, etc.)


and finally, though I could probably come up with a 100 more...........

50.)Never listen to experts...including me.

Frankly, my dear. I don't give a hoot.


By happenstance, I watched the first Twilight movie three nights ago, the second in the series two nights ago, and the new one last night; all for the first time. So I'm coming at this completely fresh.

WARNING: Minor spoilers.

First of all, all three movies had entire segments that made me squirm for all the longing gazes and delayed gratification. Sheesh.

Secondly, I believe that either Jake or Edward or both of these smucks should properly at the end of the series turn to ol' Scarlett O'Bella and say, "Frankly, my dear. I don't give a damn."

The movie theater was packed: I realized afterwards that the movie just opened. Of course, I had the talkiest, noisiest three women in the theater behind me, cackling and hooting, and after awhile, I decided they were right to cackle and hoot: I smacked my head a few times after Scarlett O'Bella decided that she just had to, no she really shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself, but she really loves Edward more, give Jake a lustful kiss that left her swooning.

Doh!

Still, after selling the books and trying to sell the graphic novel (HALF PRICE!), I'm glad to finally discover what the fuss is all about.

Poor teenage girls. Such drama. Such turmoil. Such angst!

June results, 2010.

My carefully worked out budget has been completely thrashed.

Every quarter or so, there is a fifth shipping Wednesday. Theoretically, I should be able to take the three months worth of orders and divide them by 13 weeks to get a weekly average.

But the orders have come in at least 20% higher than that supposed average. I had left out the unfortunate fact that the publishers tend to hold back on product until just before summer.

My bad.

Sales are down this month, as well. The street closures have had even more negative impact than usual, for some reason. So this will be a third month in a row with sales below last year, which by my reckoning is a trend.

It's not a question of losing money -- it's a question of not making as MUCH money as I'd hoped.

Back to the drawing board.

It's a valuable lesson -- once again, I need to factor in the 'worst' case scenario. That I won't get an "average" level of product, that I can't count on beating last year each and every month.

It doesn't really change a thing. Well, I am changing my estimate for the next quarter to take into account the lower sales and the higher weekly estimates. But basically, the strategy stays the same. Ironically, the strategy for making a profit and not losing money are exactly the same.

So I just need to pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.

The 100 year old virgin.

Toy Story 3.

What a great movie, especially the second half. I teared up at the end, and I always know when I tear up, my wife is nearly sobbing.

Reminds me of when I went on a first date with a girl to see E.T. I was crying at the end, and she thought that was GREAT! "Let's go to more movies!"

Sadly, that's all she really wanted to do with me, heh.

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Just had an old guy in the store asking for C.S. Lewis. I keep a new hardcover copy of Screwtape Letters, which he grabbed and brought up to the counter. Then, I'm not kidding, he nearly threw the book at me and said, "This was written by the devil!"

"Um....no, it was written by C.S. Lewis...."

My friend Aaron, who is a pretty strong Christian, was in the store, and thought that was the funniest thing he'd heard.

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So Steve Earle was staring in my window, yesterday.. I mean, standing there stock still staring....gave me a weird bit of a frisson.

He kept walking, though.

I told the next 8 people that -- and not one of them knew who the hell Steve Earle was....

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The latest news stories about downtown Bend "filling up" sound pretty good, right?

Except that downtown Bend never really emptied out. There has been pretty steady infill since I started keeping track a couple of years ago.

I would have been interested to know the rate of turnover before the boom, and during the boom as well, but....well....that's a good reason to keep a list.

For the next time....

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Saw the 1st Twilight last night at home. No longer a Twilight virgin -- no, that's not right. With Twilight, you stay a virgin.

A little creepy, the 100 year old guy lusting after a 16 year old. I found 16 year olds vapid when I was 21, already. (To all my 16 year old customers --- just kidding.)

So you can be young and pretty and rich and super fast and super strong forever -- and all you have to do is drink a little animal blood once in a while.

Oh....and stay in high school for all eternity.

GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEPY BLOODSUCKER!

"...sort of like living in Pleasantville except without the jobs..."

The little ball of energy known as Julie, Julie has left town. Hell, for the amount of activity she showed, she could have called herself Julie, Julie, Julie...or even Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie.

I met her once, and I think she immediately decided I wasn't scintillating enough.
Her type of personality is a bit of a mystery to me, but I have to admit I stood back in awe and trepidation. Heh.

Her husband, who I will always know as "Tim" for his rather insightful and sometimes biting commentary on the bubble blogs, left town a little earlier for a good job.

I probably ought to leave this observation for Black Dog, who first caught the significance of her parting comment about Bend (I sort of passed over it): "...sort of like living in Pleasantville except without the jobs." Or as Mugmkr mentioned, "It's so much more wholesome than the old standby, "Bend: Poverty with a view", isn't it?"

Yes, but they pretty much say the same thing, don't they?

No slam on Tim and Julie, Julie, because they are much smarter and more energetic than me, but was the fact that Bend is "Pleasantville except without the jobs" something they didn't know before they moved here? Are we so intent on getting people to move here that we aren't willing to warn them of the dangers?

Or is it, "take a number and take your chances?"

Sure! Come to Bend, buy a house, start a business, start looking for a job! We'll be glad to take your money and energy, who knows you might be a wild success!

I feel like Bend should come with one of the medication warnings you hear on Television.

All medicines may cause side effects, but many people have no, or minor, side effects. Check with your doctor if any of these most COMMON side effects persist or become bothersome when using this drug:

Diarrhea; dizziness; flushing; headache; heartburn; stuffy nose; upset stomach.

Seek medical attention right away if any of these SEVERE side effects occur when using Viagra:

Severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue); chest pain; fainting; fast or irregular heartbeat; memory loss; numbness of an arm or leg; one-sided weakness; painful or prolonged erection; ringing in the ears; seizure; severe or persistent dizziness; severe or persistent vision changes; sudden decrease or loss of hearing; sudden decrease or loss of vision in one or both eyes...

Downtown Openings and Closings.

I've added the newly announced non-profit restaurant, Common Table, as well as a new coffee place on Brooks. Admittedly, Brooks St. (or the part we used to call the Mirror Pond alley) is a bit of a blind spot for me.

I'm holding off adding Mad Happy Lounge, because it sounds like it's part of or inside an existing business -- can anyone tell me for sure?

NOTE: I went ahead and added Mad Happy Lounge, and dropped Bend Old Bend Distillery, even though I'm not sure it's much more than a change of names. Still, it represents change.

So....a non-profit restaurant. My main reaction is, Wow. Sounds way too complicated for me. One thing I've tried to do as an older business is to simplify things. This sounds --- really conflicting and complicated and contradicting. But it's for a good cause, right?

ANOTHER NOTE: Somehow I missed adding Volt, so I've retroactively included it on June 1, 2010. And I'll remind everyone that I do 'retail' and restaurants but not 'services.'

NEW BUSINESS'S DOWNTOWN

Mad Happy Lounge, Brooks St., 6/2910
Common Table, Oregon Ave. , 6/29/10.
Looney Bean Coffee, Brooks St. , 6/29/10.
Bourbon Street, Minnesota St., 6/22/10
Feather's Edge, Minnesota St., 6/22/10
The BLVD., Wall St. , 6/13/10.
Volt, Minnesota St. 6/1/10.
Tart, Minnesota Av. , 5/13/10
Olivia Hunter, Wall St. 4/5/10.
Tres Chic, Bond St. 4/5/10
Blue Star Salon, Wall St. 4/1/10.
Lululemon, Bond St. 3/31/10.
Diana's Jewel Box, Minnesota St., 3/25/10.
Amalia's, Wall St. (Ciao Mambo space), 3/12/10
River Bend Fine Art, Bond St. (Kebanu space) 2/23/10
Federal Express, Oregon Ave. 2/1/10
***10 Below, Minnesota St. 1/10/10
Tew Boots Gallery, Bond St. 1/8/10.
Top Leaf Mate, 12/10/09
Laughing Girls Studio, Minnesota St. 12/7/09
Lemon Drop, 5 Minnesota, 11/12/09
The Curiosity Shoppe 11/5/09 25 N.W. Minnesota, Suite #7.
Wabi Sabi 11/4/09
Frugal Boutique 11/4/09
5 Spice 10/22/09
Cowgirls Cash 10/17/09
***Haven Home 10/17/09
Dog Patch 10/17/09
The Good Drop 10/12/09
Lola's 9/23/09
**Volcano Wines 9/15/09
Singing Sparrow Flowers 8/16/09
Northwest Home Interiors 8/5/09
High Desert Frameworks 7/23/09 (*Moved to Oregon Ave. 4/5/10.)
Wall Street Gifts 7/--/09
Ina Louise 7/14/09
Bend Home Hardware (Homestyle Hardware?) 7/1/09
Altera Real Estate 6/9/09
Honey 6/7/09
Azura Studio 6/7/09
Mary Jane's 6/1/09
c.c.McKenzie 6/1/09
Velvet 5/28/09
Bella Moda 3/25/09
High Desert Gallery (Bend) 3/25/09
Joolz
Zydeco
900 Wall
Great Outdoor Store
Luxe Home Interiors
Powell's Candy
Dudley's Used Books and Coffee
Goldsmith
Game Domain
Subway Sandwiches
Bend Burger Company
Showcase Hats
Pita Pit
Happy Nails

BUSINESS'S LEAVING

Old Bend Distillery, Brooks St., 6/19/10.
Staccato, Minnesota Ave. 6/18/10.
Showcase Hats, 6/1/10
Cork, Oregon Av., 5/27/10.
Wall Street Gifts, 5/26/10
Microsphere, Wall St. , 5/17/10.
Singing Sparrow, Franklin and Bond, 5/15/10
28 5/13/10.
Glass Symphony, 3/25/10
Bend Home Hardware, Minn. Ave, 2/25/10
Ciao Mambo, Wall St. 2/4/10
***Angel Kisses 1/25/10 (Have moved to 'Honey.')
Ivy Rose Manor 8/20/09
***Downtowner 8/18/09 (moving into the Summit location)
Chocolate e Gateaux 8/16/09
Finders Keepers 8/15/09
Colourstone 7/25/09
Periwinkle 6/--/09
***Tangerine 7/21/09 (Got word, they are moving across the street.)
Micheal Cassidy Gallery 6/15/09
St. Claire Coffee 6/15/09
Luxe Home Interiors 6/4/09
Treefort 5/8/09
Blue 5/2/09
***Volcano Tasting Room 4/28/09** Moved to Minnesota Ave.
Habit 4/16/09
Mountain Comfort 4/14/09
Tetherow Property 4/11/09
Blue Moon Marketplace 3/25/09
Plenty 3/25/09
Downtown Doggie 3/25/09
***King of Sole (became Mary Janes)**
Santee Alley
Bistro Corlise
Made in Hawaii
EnVogue
Stewart Weinmann (leather)
Kebanu Gallery
Pella Doors and Windows
Olive company
Pink Frog
Little Italy
Deep
Merenda's
Volo
***Pomegranate (downtown branch)**
Norwalk
Pronghorn Real Estate office.
Speedshop Deli
Paper Place
Bluefish Bistro