You Must Go Out To Find The Wall...
...To Read The Writing On It.
Yesterday I went to two Morristown car dealerships, armed with those mail ad flyers, to see if I won any good swag. It's an old habit from Florida...going to the dealers having special sales and checking them out. I got Moonshine through such a sale.
I didn't know it at the time, but one of the dealers, Lifetime KIA, was going out of business that same day.
Lifetime was one of the most ambitious car dealerships I had ever seen. They had taken over the property of a long-gone Lowe's warehouse store and converted it into the most tasteful-looking auto showroom this side of Texas or California. The Morristown Art organization was using part of it as display space for a new exhibit. Lifetime ran TV ads whenever they could, and print ads in papers all the way to central Tennessee, central Kentucky and over the mountains in North Carolina and Virginia.
So what did I get from them yesterday? A cheap radio that resembles an iPod, and a plastic credit card-like gift certificate ($500) which is now worth more as a collector's item than as a piece of commercial tender.
The same newspaper where I got the news about the dealer closing, I looked in the Want Ads. Six pages of Foreclosure notices and only a third of a page of Help Wanted.
I can read the writing on the wall. And I don't like what I see.
Yesterday I went to two Morristown car dealerships, armed with those mail ad flyers, to see if I won any good swag. It's an old habit from Florida...going to the dealers having special sales and checking them out. I got Moonshine through such a sale.
I didn't know it at the time, but one of the dealers, Lifetime KIA, was going out of business that same day.
Lifetime was one of the most ambitious car dealerships I had ever seen. They had taken over the property of a long-gone Lowe's warehouse store and converted it into the most tasteful-looking auto showroom this side of Texas or California. The Morristown Art organization was using part of it as display space for a new exhibit. Lifetime ran TV ads whenever they could, and print ads in papers all the way to central Tennessee, central Kentucky and over the mountains in North Carolina and Virginia.
So what did I get from them yesterday? A cheap radio that resembles an iPod, and a plastic credit card-like gift certificate ($500) which is now worth more as a collector's item than as a piece of commercial tender.
The same newspaper where I got the news about the dealer closing, I looked in the Want Ads. Six pages of Foreclosure notices and only a third of a page of Help Wanted.
I can read the writing on the wall. And I don't like what I see.