GOING NATIVE in Business (lesson #82)

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I’ve been collecting thoughts for a book on brand development related to new business start ups and product launches.  I like to think of entrepreneurs as GOING NATIVE, a mind set that requires stamina and persistence to succeed. A high level of confidence and ambition to push it all the way through …from the earliest kernel of an idea …to planning and launch …to benchmarks/enhancements …and to a planned escape (i.e., retirement …or selling out to develop other concepts. Going native means be willing to rough it, willing to scrounge, beg and borrow if needed, and to push aside things you hold dear. My plan is to pull together case studies from the clients I’ve helped over 20+ years as a consultant. for each one, I’ll identify the one thing that, to my way of thinking, made them successful and enabled their business to stand out from all others. More to come…
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–Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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My Larry King Impersonation

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Jack, the Pineapple Hill pound puppy, likes riding in the old-but-sadly-not-vintage Jaguar XJ6 with windows and sunroof open, wind rushing in a sunny day, listening to Robert Plant sing “your momma said I cried in my sleep last night…” *  

There’s a spot near here where wild tea grows—its fragrance on summer nights is incredible.  *

Jonesville has a memorial to locals that died in the War Between The States. They still fly the stars and bars there. Some families see it as a tribute to ancestors. Others as a symbol of hatred and pain. There needs to be more discussion on whether or not it’s best to put the past behind us or remember it to learn from it.*

My decision to relocate the hot tub over to an adjacent deck was a good one, and the move was easier than imagined: turn off the 220, drain it, detach the wires, jack it up, slide PVC pipes underneath then roll it Egyptian-style. I’m a genius!  *

Wondering if there’s a reason that nobody around here sells Paw Paw trees, (i.e. the “poor man’s banana”). Though the fruit sounds interesting—Paw Paws are said to taste like banana custard—perhaps that’s not a majority mindset. Or perhaps they’re hard to grow. More research needed. *

My new “Trail Cover” top for the Jeep arrived. I’ve stripped the Wrangler down to less than even a bikini top. Although water drains neatly out the floorboard holes, if it’s not all out by the time you hit 35 mph, the air blowing in through those holes makes gushers high as the dash board!  *

I’m reading a collection of poems by women of South America. So passionate and multi-dimensional. *

Still have a ways to go finishing out the Conference Room/Oyster Party Room…but nothing’s going to happen on that today.

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— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

 

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Hammock Man with Uzi

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I’ve come home injured to Pineapple Hill, my beach house in a cow pasture in Jonesville, South Carolina, several times and, always, boredom gets the better of me. I recently found a bunch of home movies made a few years ago at about the time I began writing Blue Rubber Pool. In this one, I’m in a hammock reading Pablo Neruda with an Uzi resting on my lap. Why? I’ve no idea whatsoever. (Especially about that Uzi.) Thanks for looking. And not judging…

–Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

 

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The Tuesday Morning Woody 1941 Narval

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Found another wooden sailboat for sale online. This one’s quite a looker but short on details—which is how it almost always goes when I run into a random hottie.

Listing says “Legendary Classic Frers (senior) design, this cruiser-racer provided joy to many generations of sailors in argentina and brasil participating in many Buenos Aires to Rio Race since the first edition.”

Currently in Florida for $80,000. See it at SailboatListings.com

— Tim Bryant
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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Large Glass Jar Labeled Cat

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[Rooting through that box from the liquor store where I toss my writings and doodles, I found a bunch of cartoon sketches from 30 years ago.]

Yet another on the Harold and cats series, this one shows Harrold’s bedroom complete with desk, lamp, Chicago Cubs pennant, skull and cross bones sign that says “Harold’s Room Keep Out” and, above all this a shelf. On the shelf are a baseball and bat and a large glass jar labeled “Cat”. The cat inside can barely be seen. The caption says Harold’s mother finally gave in and let him keep the pathetic little thing he’d found by the side of the road. (i.e., a dead cat)
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Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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The Tuesday Morning Woody Sparkman & Stephens

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Here’s another wooden sailboat for sale:

Aren’t Sparkman & Stephens designs sweet!

Built in 1955, this S&S Pilot Sloop is described as having had exemplary care and significant structural updates in 2001 and 2010. The listing says that a 2013 survey and comprehensive work records from 2013 to present are available upon request. The boat is sold with a 2014 Triad trailer. Located in East Boothbay, Maine.

Price: $89,000. See it at sailboatlistings.com

–Tim Bryant
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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Wineries Near Jonesville

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There’s more than a hundred wineries within day trip distance of our little town, Jonesville, South Carolina.

At the dawn of the 20th century, our neighboring state, North Carolina, was the leading wine-producing region in the nation. It claims to be “home to America’s first grape” and “the only place in the world where every major type of grape is grown”. Mild winters enable a suitable climate for many popular types varieties including European styles, French-American hybrids, muscadines, labrusca-type and others.

Green Creek, Rock House and Burnt Shirt are all north of Jonesville just across the state line.

South of us, Enoree River Winery, in Newberry, South Carolina, gives hope to amateurs like myself working with native and hybrid grape varieties such as Catawba, Black Spanish and Muscadine. And of course many here also make wine using locally grown fruits such as we have at Pineapple Hill: blackberry, blueberry, peach and apple.

Here’s a list of others. It’s best to call in advance –especially if you want to order lunch—many offer that—or bring a small dog. Jack, the Pineapple Hill pound pup, has been allowed in several places when we happened to arrive during lulls in the tourist season.

Combine a winery visit with other attractions to mix things up. Not far from the aforementioned Green Creek, Rock House and Burnt Shirt wineries are the Tryon International Equestrian Center, Carl Sandburg’s neat old place with prized goat herd, the Biltmore House in Asheville and several zip lines.

Drive safely, of course. If you’ve read Blue Rubber Pool, I’m into artisan coffees involving candy bars.

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— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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Was it live? Or was it Memorex?

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“My time in the pool that summer was a Big Chill meditation covering religion, politics, subversion, capitalism, marriage, Southern culture, angst and paranoia. When I finally got out of the water, I had this book, reflecting those and other issues, half written in my head. I wove it into a convoluted mystery to make it fun.”

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Blue Rubber Pool Excerpt #252

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The companionway is open. The doors are swung open to rest against the cabin trunk like butterfly wings. We hold our camera angle close on the companionway itself, a dark gap like the entrance to a cave, while listening to Ray and the dishes and, now, two guys talking down below. The frame is suddenly filled: a blur, then a woman–buxom, blonde, late-forties–has walked into our shot. She stops on the dock and turns, calling back to one of the boats, speaking in German. That accent is the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Someone off camera replies, also in German but instead of soft and seductive it is male–guttural and growling–reminding you of Nazis in movies you’ve seen. You recall rumors of Hitler escaping to Argentina. Sightings of Der Fuhrer and his henchmen–or their offspring and ever loyal followers–still come out of South America from time to time. The woman exits the frame and continues down the dock, away from the other voice, heading to the laundry shack beside the small cabana.

Our shot, now free of the fraulein, is still frozen on the ketch as black smoke begins billowing out the companionway, becoming thicker and blacker as it does. Now a big ruckus: loud cursing, things clanking and thudding down below while the smoke still thickens.

One of the guys–yours truly, twenty some years ago–clamors out. He holds an iron skillet, using a tee shirt to protect his hand. The skillet, spitting flames, renders a Hiroshima mushroom cloud that reminds you of a skull and death. He tosses the whole deal overboard. This fine lad is the younger, handsomer, fitter, less cynical version of me. He is the Me that once wore a ponytail and Army fatigue pants cut off at the knees. He swears and flicks his hand in the air, trying to cool the burn. He sucks the wounded fingers then, right on cue, the second guy emerges with two cans of beer. Alaska is laughing his head off.

Younger me takes the can, pours beer on the burn, then drinks. Alaska taps his can against mine, still cracking up, then drinks.

“Wish you’d give up on that cooking-with-rum. You’ll burn us to the waterline.”

“Just trying to jazz things up. There’s only so many ways to eat beans and sardines.”

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–Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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The Tuesday Morning Woody: 1952 Custom

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On a pool lounger, pampering my car wreck injury, I went looking for a

This listing on Boat Trader gets points for the photos alone.

wooden sailboat for sale on Boat Trader and came up with this 38-foot 1952 custom ketch. The photos alone are worth checking out the listing.

Currently in storage with a shrink wrap cover, it’s built of 1 1/4 African Mahogany on oak frames. The deck was replaced in 1988. She’s fit with original varnished sitka spruce spars with stainless steel rigging. The full length mahogany rudder is keel hung. Coverboards and trim are teak. Power is from a Volvo diesel with unknown condition. Ad says it’s offered at a discounted price in hopes an “enthusiastic new owner” will take over. Meaning YOU.

See it on Boat Trader.

–Tim Bryant
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

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Jonesville Field Guide Entry #507

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Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States of America, is associated with at least three different Union County houses still standing: the Wallace, JRR Giles and Cross Keys homes.

According to many accounts, including the one below from the May 27, 1865 edition

Rumor has it Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy, had much in common with this image from the 1970s cult classic The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

of Harper’s Weekly, was dressed as a woman when he was captured.

The firing in this skirmish was the first warning that Davis received. The captors report that he hastily put on one of his wife’s dresses and started for the woods, closely followed by our men, who at first thought him a woman, but seeing his boots while he was running, they suspected his sex at once. The race was a short one, and the rebel President was soon brought to bay. He brandished a bowie-knife and showed signs of battle, but yielded promptly to the persuasions of Colt’s revolvers, without compelling the men to fire. He expressed great indignation at the energy with which he was pursued, saying that he had believed our Government were too magnanimous to hunt down women and children. Mrs. Davis remarked to Colonel Harden, after the excitement was over, that the men had better not provoke the President, or “he might hurt some of ’em.” Reagon behaves himself with dignity and resignation. The party, evidently, were making for the coast. —   J. H. Wilson, Brevet Major-General.

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Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

 

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