A knockout of hindsight regret.
Well, it's only been about 8 years since my last post. I've been venting my politics on Facebook and comments on NY Times, etc.
In honor of my late father on upcoming Father's day I've been trying to find a place to post a story about his business career, and have had no luck, so hear goes, even though it is like shouting his name out at a baseball game after the home team just hit a game winning homer.
When I reflect on the financial failures in his life I can only assume it was the curse, because my father, didn't drink, didn't gamble, didn't chase skirts, And didn't take vacations. He worked all the time. so much so that he was hardly ever around. All he ever wanted from life was to make money. Even after his three bankruptcies, when he was in his 60s and would come up with some million dollar idea for a new business, he would justify it to me by his favorite line "Colonel Saunders (of fried chicken fame) didn't make his first million until he was in his 60s".
My father was a gifted salesman, and an expert and innovator in the retail furniture business and credit business. I never met anyone that didn't like him. But none of his skills could overcome that ancient curse. My father refused to work for anybody but himself. When he was in his 20s before televisions were invented he had seven retail radio stores lining Market Street in San Francisco. He parlayed that early success into a furniture and appliance store in Los Angeles, that he sold and then, opened two furniture, TV and appliance stores in downtown San Diego in the 1950s.
This was before credit cards were available and if someone wanted to make what was then considered a big ticket purchase on credit, buy a TV or sofa or refrigerator, they had to take out a personal loan. And storefront finance companies such as "Household Finance" were almost as prolific in major cities as "Starbucks" is today. You had to have significant collateral to get a personal loan from a bank, but these finance houses were more aggressive in approving loans. My father took early note of this and used to advertise for his furniture stores asking these questions, "new in town, in the service, newly married, just out of college, need credit......come into Budget furniture and appliance", we'll take care of you". Of course San Diego being the military and transient boom town that it was in the 50s his ads appealed to almost everyone. His secret weapon in getting these credit risky consumers a loan to buy his furniture and appliances was finding a co-signer for their loans. And nobody was better then him at persuading parents or grandparents that owned a house or car to help their off springs or relatives establish their own credit, by co-signing to guarantee payment of their loan.
During this time of great financial reward, the curse was taking a nap, and we lived pretty good. He bought us a ocean front home to live in, two new cars, and we went out to dinner in La Jolla a lot. And whenever my mother's family came to stay with us at the beach (often) he paid for everything. Nobody was faster at grabbing the check to pay in a restaurant then my dad. Two unexpected retail business changes around this time woke up the curse: The first was the opening of suburban shopping centers and the second was the onslaught of seemingly easy to obtain credit cards. My father's two stores were in dying downtown San Diego, and his business depended on his credit expertise, not credit cards. Too add insult to these wounds, he made one very bad business decision that haunted him until he died.
Sol Price , the founder of "Price Club" which led to Costco and untold riches, had gotten to know my father and his success as a furniture maven and was opening a discount cash and carry warehouse store, ( the first Price Club), and offered my father the furniture concession. My dad turned him down because he just couldn't accept the idea that people would pay for a membership card to be able to buy from a retail warehouse that didn't even accept credit. The curse had not only woke up, but had so with a knockout punch of hindsight regret.
