Profound Statements – some levity during serious times

Posted on February 17th, 2009 in General Commentary on Life,Hobby Trends by ramore

There’s an e-mail making the rounds that I thought was worth saving here for posterity. It gives a chuckle more so that some of these statements go back hundreds of years. We are in some messed up times. Government ‘coming to the rescue’ is really us – we are the government. The mint might print the money but we are the ones who pay for it. That being said, there are such things as public goods – items that individuals can’t afford but want and thus only happen if we all pitch in (e.g., the Interstate system comes to mind).

We, the country, will be paying for mis-deeds of a few and the complicity of many. “Bankers” on Wall Street were alchemists turning lead into gold but like all such alchemy it truly was just lead and its weighing us down. These bankers thought it normal to make $10million, $20million, or more per year for shuffling paper around. The original purpose of their endeavors, securitization of financial obligations, was a productive use but it got too carried away to the point they were paying folks to sign their name on increasingly bad loans.

This is a blog about patches so how does this relate? Well, there are corrollaries. Why are the values of our items holding up? Because they weren’t made to necessarily be collectibles. Because the program creates strong emotional attachments that last a life time. Its supply and demand. As those remain solid then the hobby will remain solid.

So if without further ado:

Profound Statements

1. In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm and three or more is a congress.
— John Adams

2. If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.
— Mark Twain

3. Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat myself.
— Mark Twain

4. I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle …
— Winston Churchill

5. A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.
— George Bernard Shaw

6. A liberal is someone who feels a great debt to his fellow man, which debt he proposes to pay off with your money.
— G. Gordon Liddy

7. Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.
— James Bovard, Civil Libertarian (1994)

8. Foreign aid might be defined as a transfer of money frompoor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries.
— Douglas Casey, Classmate of Bill Clinton at Georgetown University

9. Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.
— P.J. O’Rourke, Civil Libertarian

10. Government is the great fiction, through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.
— Frederic Bastiat, French Economist (1801-1850)

11. Government’s view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases: If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it.
— Ronald Reagan (1986)

12. I don’t make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.
— Will Rogers

13. If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it’s free!
— P.J. O’Rourke

14. In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one party of the citizens to give to the other.
— Voltaire (1764)

15. Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you!
— Pericles (430 B.C.)

16. No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.
— Mark Twain (1866)

17. Talk is cheap…except when Congress does it.
— Anonymous

18. The government is like a baby’s alimentary canal, with a happy appetite at one end and no responsibility at the other.
— Ronald Reagan

19. The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of the blessings. The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.
— Winston Churchill

20. The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.
— Mark Twain

21. The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.
— Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)

22. There is no distinctly native American criminal class…save Congress.
— Mark Twain

23. What this country needs are more unemployed politicians.
— Edward Langley, Artist (1928-1995)

24. A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have.
— Thomas Jefferson

Some Timely Reminders from GSTC DCD for Ambassador Ron Weiser

Posted on December 11th, 2008 in BSA Info,General Commentary on Life,Legacy Interviews by ramore

Last night I participated in a local Scout recognition dinner for former Ambassador Ron Weiser. One of the presenters was Michigan Supreme Court Chief Justice Clifford W. Taylor. His remarks, I think, are particularly important not just about our honoree but about the need for Scouting in this country. I asked him if I could share with you and he gladly said yes.

Remarks of Chief Justice Clifford W. Taylor to the Great Sauk Trail Council Boy Scouts of America 14th Annual Washtenaw County Distinguished Citizen of the Year Award Recipient Ambassador Ron Weiser

Good evening.  It’s a great personal pleasure to join all of you this evening in honoring Ron Weiser.  The expression “patriot” has fallen out of fashion, largely because of the media’s and entertainment industry’s repeated efforts over the decades to portray patriots and patriotism as laughable at best, sinister at worst.  But I persist in thinking of Ron and people like him as “patriots”;  that is, “great Americans.”  The term will always fit men and women who, like Ron, have given unstintingly of their best to this country.

You all know Ron’s record:  a great business success in Michigan, ambassador to the Slovak Republic under President Bush; board member of numerous companies and nonprofits; champion of education and the arts.  He has received the Slovak Republic’s White Double Cross, the highest honor that government can bestow on a non-Slovak, and the Woodrow Wilson Award for Public Service, to name but two of his many honors.  We rightly laud Ron for his accomplishments tonight, for all his contributions to this community, this state, our country.  However, I have particular reason to have affection for him.  He has personally befriended me in my various campaigns for the Supreme Court and through those efforts I have gotten to know his wonderful character and dedication.  He is one of the great assets in my life.  I hold him in the highest esteem  Yet, I would like to look past this moment, reflect a bit on Scouting’s current situation and from that consider what all this means as to this country producing men like Ron in the future.

This is no light question.  Take, for example, the depressing findings of the Josephson Institute for Youth Ethics, which has been surveying the ethics of American youth since 1998.  The 2008 report, based on a survey of nearly 30,000 high school students across the United States, found that 30 percent admitted stealing from a store within the past year.  Twenty-three percent said they stole something from a parent or other relative within the same time frame.  Forty-two percent admitted to lying to save money; 83 percent admitted to lying to parents about something significant.  Sixty-four percent reported cheating on a test during the past year, with 38 percent doing so two or more times.

With that being the case, you’d think that a youth organization that seeks to instill such values as trustworthiness would be a much-needed remedy for the cultural and ethical vacuum in which so many young people grow up.  At least you would not expect such an organization to be under attack.  And yet, that’s precisely what’s going on with the Boy Scouts.  As the journalist and author William Tucker, a former Scoutmaster himself, pointed out in an article for the National Review, entitled “Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Persecuted,” the Boy Scouts have, in his words, “been dragged onto the front lines of the culture wars.”  Who knew that the thrifty, brave, clean and reverent could become “controversial,” which is media-speak for “unpopular with the left”?  Who would have imagined that an institution that urges its members to be trustworthy, loyal, friendly and courteous would be under assault by the American Civil Liberties Union?  And what parents, until about 20 years ago, could have forseen that organization dedicated to teaching their sons kindness, obedience, cheerfulness and thrift would be engaged in a struggle to not be whipped from the public square?

If you doubt that there’s a concerted effort going on to either destroy or remake the Scouts to suit the left’s agenda, consider this.  You may recall how in 2000 the U.S. Supreme Court, in Boy Scouts of America v Dale, ruled that the Scouts’ First Amendment right of free association meant that they could keep homosexuals from serving as Scoutmasters.  Since then, the ACLU and its allies have used the Scouts’ position in that lawsuit to argue that the Scouts are a kind of church or religion, and hence are not entitled to public benefits such as the use of public schools, military facilities, and the like.

The ACLU has used the religious organization argument to push Scout councils out of property that they have leased from public entities.  Take, for example, the ACLU suit against the city of San Diego over property that the Scouts leased from the city, and had developed into parks and run for decades.  The Scouts spent millions of their own money developing these properties, with both parks being open to the public.  But the ACLU filed suit, arguing that the leases violated the Establishment clause because the Scouts were a religious organization.  Similarly, in Philadelphia, the Scouts have leased a half-acre property from the city for $1 per year since 1928, and have built a 7,500-square-foot headquarters at their own expense.  The Philadelphia city council first tried to evict the Scouts from this property and then demanded $200,000 a year in rent; litigation is still pending.           

Other forms of support are at risk as well.  In 2004, the U.S. Supreme Court declined to hear a Boy Scout appeal of a Connecticut decision to target the Scouts for exclusion from a list of 900 charities that were part of a state worker voluntary giving plan.  Under the pressure from gay rights advocates, the United Way has stopped supporting the Scouts in dozens of cities.

In short, we are in the situation that a person my age surely could have never thought would develop:  the Scouts’ very existence may well be seen increasingly as antagonistic to our nation’s aspirations.

Should this eventuate, the primary victims would be the nation’s boys, particularly those from poor families because the urban programs of the Scouts, the ones that are the most needed, are the hardest hit when the Scouts lose public support.  Yet, to speak of this in financial terms misses the point:  what price tag can we put on millions of boys learning discipline, responsibility, unselfishness?  What’s the worth of a stable male role model to a boy who has none?  What price character?

The Scouts are, make no mistake embroiled in a battle of epic proportions.  Their opponents seek to either destroy them or cow the Scouts into becoming an organization that satisfies its critics’ secularist agendas.  The relevance of a dinner such as this one is to make us pause to consider that it is not beyond us to stand up and salute the Boy Scouts unashamedly.  And, while doing so, to also salute this fine man who has allowed us to recognize him this evening, all in the greater service of an America where the values of the Boy Scout Oath are not murmured softly by persons of character but are proudly proclaimed to be the very essence of this country that Lincoln so well described as the last best hope for mankind.           

Thank you, Ron, for the life you have led and the model you have provided.  With countless events such as this, across America honoring prominent citizens in their communities, and the many Scouting events in our communities across our land in this and the years to come, we can be hopeful that the seeds will continue to be planted so that men of your caliber will arise.  This great institution that has served our nation so well for a century is a national treasure.  It is my hope that it will continue to prosper and assist in giving meaning to the lives of boys who will, as men, be patriots just as Ron Weiser  is.

Dave Leubitz, THE Trader, passes away

Posted on September 9th, 2008 in General Commentary on Life,Hobby News,Hobby Trends by ramore

We heard from Ray Czech that Dave Leubitz passed away the morning of September 9th.

Dave Leubitz at the 1993 Rochester, IN trade-o-ree

Here’s Dave at the 1993 Rochester, IN TOR. This was after he sold his collection. The storage boxes next to him contain approximately 150 patches each and there are over 100 of them. These were just his DUPES!

I first met, and traded with, Dave at the 1973 Jamboree. It was a one for one CSP trade. I was just amazed at a guy having a suitcase crammed full of patches on both sides. Later, after being out of collecting for a while, I ran into Dave at a Pittsburgh TOR. He had a lodge 206 issue I needed and we again traded one-for-one from my dupes. I’m sure what he got from me was a dupe for him, a 101 blue twill flap, but he made a trade to help me out.

Most collectors never knew the breadth of Dave’s collecting. He collected everything Scouting related. In part it was to have trading stock so if a cross trade need came up he could cover but it was also just how passionate he was for Scouting memorabilia. Most know of the OA but he also had CSPs, RWS, merit badges, merit badge books, handbooks, national jamborees, world jamborees, insignia, camps (and not just one per camp but every camp patch). His mind for patches was incredible. Having tens of thousands of patches in his collection he could remember what he needed as to what he already had.

Dave told me once that he and his trading friend, Tom Baskay, hit 13 weekends in a row going to TORs or conclaves to trade. He brought along many of the Ohio patch gang like Warren Kuhfeld, Ray Czech and Gary Gole. It was not uncommon for Dave to call them up and say “Lets go to a TOR this weekend.” They’d say, “Sure. Where?” And Dave would reply, “Florida.” Fourteen hours later, after stopping at every council headquarters possible getting what ever that could be gotten to trade, they’d be set-up their patch blankets and trade away all weekend long. Dave created many new collectors as he shared his passion.

I called Paul Myers to pass on the news of Dave’s passing. We discussed some of the contributions he made to the hobby. He was an editor of the Trader magazine. Certainly at the time, it was the most influential hobbyist newsletter. Actually some think we probably need something like that again even in the age of e-mail and the internet. Dave also resurrected Forest Reynold’s Blue Book of OA issues. This listed what issues lodges had but we only had the detail of twill (F) vs. solid (S) flaps or odd-shapes, pies and arrowheads. We didn’t have the detail as to border color, edge, background, etc.. Still it was better than anything else out there. Later it was Dave’s collection that was the basis for Arapaho II that Al Hoogeveen compiled. This was the OA images before there was oaimages.com. EVERY serious collector had a copy of Arapaho II just to be able to identify issues and know what you had. If it wasn’t for Dave’s collection, we wouldn’t have had the book that moved this hobby to a whole new level.

We handled the sale of Dave’s collection after he made his original transaction with Dr. Horne and Bill Topkis. Dr. Morley at the time observed that he thought Dave had the best middle-issue collection ever put together. It still took us years to work through its sale given its size. Just amazing. Its probably fair to say that most collections these days have a piece that came through Dave’s hand.

Dave’s later years were very hard. He commented how his father passed away at an early age, 52 I believe. This, combined with very bad health side effects due to diabetes, lead to a certain fatalistic view. It was sad. He’s hopefully in a better place now. I miss him.

How cool is this?!

Posted on August 19th, 2008 in General Commentary on Life by ramore

Our first, we’re optimistic, grandchild Jackson Glen McNew was born June 7, 2008 (6/7/08 – nice date, easy to remember – good going Jackson).

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I thought my son was growing fast but I had forgotten how quick they change at this age. Grandma and Grandpa are trying to bribe daughter and son-in-law into town as often as possible. Here’s a cheer to all you current grandparents and to you future club members. Its great.

Our Killdeer is back

Posted on June 24th, 2008 in General Commentary on Life by ramore

For those who have not been to our office and warehouse, we’re in an industrial park. We have trucks coming and going as well as our normal course of business sending out 200 packages a week. Through it all, we have a nesting Killdeer that comes back each year.

These are a fascinating species as they nest on the ground. They seem to like the area next to one of our curbs. Their eggs are almost perfectly camouflaged against the crushed limestone gravel. When you approach, they’ll get up and run away from the nest but act as if they’re wounded splaying their wings, limping and make a chirping noise as if dieing. Needless to say, they’ll keep pulling you away and when you get really close they fly off.

Killdeer nesting in Michigan driveway

Killdeer nesting in Michigan driveway

3900 Saturdays

Posted on January 25th, 2008 in General Commentary on Life by ramore

Got this e-mail from a dear friend. As some know, we’re dealing with the theft of a valuable patch that occurred at a recent trade-o-ree. Something like this puts it back in perspective. For all of our friends in the hobby, this is for you from us….

3900 Saturdays-

    The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.  Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.

Let me tell you about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about ‘a thousand marbles.’ I was intrigued and stopped t o listen to what he had to say.       

‘Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It’s too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital’ he continued. ‘Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.’ And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a ‘thousand marbles.’       

You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.’      

Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I’m getting to the important part.  It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail’, he went on, ‘and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.  So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.’ Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.’ ‘There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.’       

‘Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.’  

It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!’        

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.       

Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. ‘C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.’ ‘What brought this on’ she asked with a smile.’ ‘Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.’ ;      

A friend sent this to me, so I to you, my friend.        

And so, as one smart bear once said…’If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.’ – Winnie the Pooh.       

Pass this on to all of your FRIENDS, even if it means sending it to the person that sent it to you.  And if you receive this e-mail many times from many different people, it only means that you have many FRIENDS.           

And if you get it but once, do not be discouraged for you will know that you have at least one good friend…      

And that would be ME.  

The Christmas Scout

Posted on December 14th, 2007 in General Commentary on Life by ramore

Received this from fellow collector Nick DeMarco. It reminds us to be thankful for our blessings not just during this season but throughout the year. Happy holidays to all!

THE CHRISTMAS SCOUT

by Sam Bogan

In spite of the fun and laughter, 13-year old Frank Wilson was not happy.
It was true he had received all the presents he wanted. And he enjoyed
the traditional Christmas Eve reunions with relatives for the purpose of
exchanging gifts and good wishes.

But, Frank was not happy because this was his first Christmas without
his brother, Steve, who during the year, had been killed by a reckless
driver. Frank missed his brother and the close companionship they had
together.

Frank said good-bye to his relatives and explained to his parents that
he was leaving a little early to see a friend; and from there he could
walk home. Since it was cold outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It
was his FAVORITE gift. He placed the other presents on his new sled.
Then Frank headed out, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy
Scout troop. Frank always felt understood by him. Though rich in
wisdom, he lived in the Flats, the section of town where most of the poor lived,
and his patrol leader did odd jobs to help support his family.
To Frank’s disappointment, his friend was not at home.

As Frank hiked down the street toward home, he caught glimpses of
trees and decorations in many of the small houses. Then, through one
front window, he glimpsed a shabby room with limp stockings hanging
over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated nearby … weeping.

The stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had always
hung theirs side by side. The next morning, they would be bursting with
presents. A sudden thought struck Frank — he had not done his “good
deed” for the day. Before the impulse passed, he knocked on the door.

“Yes? the sad voice of the woman asked. “May I come in?” asked Frank.
“You are very welcome,” she said, seeing his sled full of gifts, and
assuming he was making a collection, “but I have no food or gifts for
you. I have nothing for my own children.”

“That’s not why I am here,” Frank replied. “Please choose whatever
presents you would like for your children from the sled.” “Why, God
bless you!” the amazed woman answered gratefully.

She selected some candies, a game, the toy airplane and a puzzle.
When she took the Scout flashlight, Frank almost cried out. Finally,
the stockings were full.

“Won’t you tell me your name?” she asked, as Frank was leaving.
“Just call me the Christmas Scout,” he replied.

The visit left Frank touched, and with an unexpected flicker of joy in
his heart. He understood that his sorrow was not the only sorrow in the
world. Before he left the Flats, he had given away the remainder of his
gifts. The plaid jacket had gone to a shivering boy.

Now Frank trudged homeward, cold and uneasy. How could he explain to
his parents that he had given his presents away?


“Where are your presents, son?” asked his father as Frank entered the
house. Frank answered, “I gave them away.” “The airplane from Aunt Susan?

Your coat from Grandma? Your flashlight? We thought you were happy with your gifts.”

“I was very happy”, the boy answered quietly.

“But Frank, how could you be so impulsive?” his mother asked. “How
will we explain to the relatives who spent so much time and gave so much
love shopping for you?” His father was firm. “You made your choice,
Frank. We cannot afford any more presents.”

With his brother gone, and his family disappointed in him, Frank
suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He had not expected a reward for his
generosity, for he knew that a good deed always should be its own
reward. It would be tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back;
however he wondered if he would ever again truly recapture joy in his life. He
thought he had this evening, but it had been fleeting. Frank thought of
his brother, and sobbed himself to sleep.

The next morning, he came downstairs to find his parents listening to
Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
“Merry Christmas, everybody! The nicest Christmas story we have this
morning comes from the Flats. A crippled boy down there has a new sled
this morning, another youngster has a fine plaid jacket, and several
families report that their children were made happy last night by gifts
from a teenage boy who simply called himself the Christmas Scout. No
one could identify him, but the children of the Flats claim that the
Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old Santa Claus himself.”

Frank felt his father’s arms go around his shoulders, and he saw his
mother smiling through her tears. “Why didn’t you tell us? We didn’t
understand. We are so proud of you, son.”

The carols came over the air again filling the room with music
“…Praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on Earth.”

Watch Out For New Phishing Scam

Posted on August 23rd, 2007 in Fakes,General Commentary on Life by Roy

For the past week or two I am receiving e-mails that I am sure is a phishing scam that I want to worn you about. A phishing scam is an e-mail that pretends to be something else that through some means tries to get you to reveal certain personal information that can lead to an identity theft. eBay continues to have problems with this. So does PayPal as well as most major banks.

This new approach is different though. The e-mails look like you have signed up for some web-site and it is asking you to confirm your free membership. Here’s one example I just received (with details blanked out so you can’t go to a bogus site.) My recommendation is DO NOT register with these sites. Unless it is a site you asked to register with, we have registration to receive information for example, do not register.

From: Funny-Files

To:

Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2007 8:29 PM

Subject: Secure Registration

New Member,

Welcome To Funny-Files.

Member Number: 34913845398214
Temorary Login: userabcd
Your Password ID: wxyz

This Login Info will expire in 24 hours. Please Change it.

Click on the secure link or paste it to your browser: Funny-Files (this is a hidden web-link in the original e-mail.)

Thank You,
Confirmation Dept.
Funny-Files

1957 – A Year That Changed America

Posted on August 7th, 2007 in General Commentary on Life by Roy

That’s the headline for this week’s Special Double Issue of U.S. News and World Report magazine. The magazine goes on to say:

“Every decade, it seems, contains a single year that epitomizes its era. The Depression had 1933; the Sixties, 1968. In the Fifties, it was 1957, the year of the pill, Sputnik, Dr. Seuss, Little Rock, and more. Half a century later, U.S. News takes a look back.”

I find it interesting that U.S. News, an independent and objective news organization, saw fit to recognize that specific year. As their cover states,

The Pill – Sputnik – Dr. Seuss – Little Rock – The Edsel – and More

U.S. News 50th Anniversary of 1957 Cover

Having just celebrated my 50th birthday, they really didn’t have to make it a Special Double Issue but it was nice that they did. I’m quite certain that I don’t deserve cover credit but I guess the editors thought differently. I’ll have to open it up and see what they have to say. 🙂

50’s the New 30’s

Posted on July 17th, 2007 in General Commentary on Life by Roy

That’s my position and I’m sticking with it. That is, that 50 years old is the new 30 years old.

How do I get there? Well, first I’m coming up to my 50th birthday so it brings it to top of mind. Second, a recent comment from my wife about having our son come and visit from California brought it out.

The situation: I was going over airline booking options with my step-son. He chose a morning flight that gets into Michigan in the afternoon. The other option was a red-eye that would get in first thing in the morning. He chose the morning departure/afternoon arrival. His mom though, upon hearing this, said “He’s young, why doesn’t he take the red-eye?” This would give my wife more time to visit with him although he’d be pretty wiped out from the travel/time-zone change. I replied, he’s not so young. She said, yes he is. He’s under 30. To which I replied, I’d have made the same choice as him and I’m almost 50. Thus the observation that 50’s the new 30. It certainly was funny to me at the time to me, maybe you had to be there, especially as my wife beat me to 50 (only slightly).

But, in further reflection, there is more to this than just spousal jousting. Demographic changes and life expectancies make this a more true statement than ever before. When Social Security was first implemented with retirement benefits set at age 65 the ‘dirty little secret’ was that most people did not live much past age 65. Thus there really wasn’t much of a benefit. Thus at age 30, one had 35 to 38 years left of life expectancy.

Compare that to now. I was talking with my brother’s father-in-law a week ago. He’s 73. He’s been told by the IRS, due to having to draw on his 401K, that he has a life expectancy of another 27 years or an even 100. That’s a median expectancy! Half the people his age now will live longer than 27 years according to the IRS.

So back to my thesis that 50 is the new 30. At the start of Social Security circa the late 1930s, one could expect to live another 35 years. Come forward to the 2000s and at age 50 my life expectancy is another 28 years according to the Social Security Administration. Not quite 35 but its not 15 either.

How is this related to collecting? We will be collectors for much longer than we might realize. We will have a much longer period to pursue our hobbies. We will have more extended retirement period than our parents or grandparents and thus more free time to pursue our hobbies.

After we handled Bernie Miller’s collections, I recall collectors asking why was Bernie still collecting when they saw him at trade-o-rees? I simply told them that although he sold off most of his collections, he didn’t die. He sold his main collections at age 74. He lived another 10 years. Why shouldn’t he have kept collecting? Its what he and Rita enjoyed amongst other things.

So besides, ’50 is the new 30′ there is an underlying message about our hobby and collecting. It is quite reasonable to assume that folks will collect much longer than they used to and that there is a real opportunity to bring in new collectors who are in retirement phases of life. They are out there. I see it from some of the questions and information sharing during our auctions or other e-mails. We need to think how to reach these folks and how to welcome them into the hobby.


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