The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

When Wally and Edna Burkholtzin first conceived the idea of a 50 cent store, they were convinced competition would make them, if not rich, at least profitable. Sure, they said, Dollar Tree was a national conglomerate, but hey, someone had to open that first store somewhere. Why not them, why not here?

Here, unfortunately, was near the long forgotten Happy Kennels, a dog and cat boarding house that lasted a shorter time than a Trump advisor and ended on a sour note when Marta’s husband Jerry left the pens open after feeding time (some say alcohol played a small role) and next day the place looked like a prison riot in Angola, victims dead or bleeding, beloved pets clawed, chewed and bitten. Thus are dreams deferred … and lawsuits submitted. Not so sanguine, Happy Kennels, now the stuff of South End lore.

The Burkholtzins shared Marta and Jeremy’s entrepreneurial zeal right down to their under-capitalization. Rent was low and goods sold under 50 cents obviously were dirt cheap and definitely low grade even by Chinese standards. “If a Dollar Store could make millions,” Wally loved to tell his many detractors and doubters, “ a fifty cent store could make six figures.” Good math, most of us thought, poor economics. At the Grand Opening we all wished Wally and Edna the best of luck, but we went home shaking our collective heads, probably the same for Jobs and Gates, Musk and Bezos, Zuckerberg and Joe Swisherman , the guy who invented and marketed X-ray glasses sold in the back of comic books to see through walls and women’s clothes. Millionaires don’t hear laughs, they hear cash registers.

When, after two months of pretty near zero sales, Wally grumbled to Edna, Location Location Location, he said they needed a new one. So they relocated lock stock and plastic cutlery to the office/store under Windy Rear Realty’s South End office, I guess figuring the potential buyers of high end properties might avail themselves of an opportunity to save nickels, even dimes. When they vacated the building three months hence, they took nothing but themselves. If they’ve found the Right Location, it’s nowhere near here, but their two bit legend definitely lives on.

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H&H B&B

Down in the economically distressed hollers of the South End, many a man (and almost as many a woman) has turned to desperate measures to keep from falling into the abyss of full time employment. We’ll try damn near ANYTHING before looking for a job. And essentially, isn’t this what capitalism is all about?? The god-given right NOT to work? Course it is! We’d rather kill ourselves laboring for ourselves, we’d rather go broke and hungry trying some bonehead endeavor, we’d rather jeapordize our mental and physical health before we’d take a job doing something we hate 20 to 40 miles away from hearth and home.

The Hearth and Home B&B was Earl’s idea, but Patti signed on too. It was that or welfare, she figured, so why not humor Earl. She did make it clear, though, she wasn’t going to do all the cooking and cleaning, buster – he’d have to make beds and clean toilets. Earl hemmed, Earl hawed, Earl said he’d have plenty to do setting up the website and handling the reservations that were certain to pour in, that and ‘cuting up’ the place so the old farmhouse would look more quaint than shacky, but in the end, Earl, desperate to escape the horrors of real employment, signed on to bathroom duties and bed making, figuring, if I know Earl, he could wiggle out of those before too long.

Home and Hearth Bed and Breakfast spent a small fortune on web designs, on yellow page ads, on fancy signage, stationary, all the rigamarole of business start-ups not imagined at the outset, took a second mortgage on the property, then waited for the tourists to pour in from the smog-sickened cities. “Charming turn of the Century Farmstead. Spectacular views of orchards and fields and Mt. Baker in the distance.” The orchards were overgrown and played out, the field was impossible to mow, the farm equipment didn’t look rustic, just rusting, and Mt. Baker was barely visible on the best of days. H&H B& B lasted about 6 months before Patti took a job cutting hair at the salon beneath the real estate office. Earl soldiered on, but finally he found work at Boeing 45 miles away. It’s a long commute, but as Earl says, there’s great views of Baker and the Cascade Range on the way. And home is like a vacation at a B& B. Only he doesn’t have to make the bed or clean the toilets anymore. Patti figures it’s a pretty good trade-off.

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