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November 17, 2008
Palabras, Amigos
I'm in a bit of a time warp going back through old stuff.
I've turned on Matchbox 20 (Mad Season) for the occasion.
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Origins unknown, but put in a Word file by me in January, 2000.
A vacationing businessman was strolling by a pier in a small coastal Mexican village when a tiny fishing boat with a single fisherman docked. In the bottom of the boat were two large yellow fin tuna. The businessman complimented the Mexican on the quality of his catch and asked why he didn’t catch more.
This is enough to support my family.
How do you spend the rest of your time?
I sleep late, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar con mis amigos.
I’m a Harvard MBA and I can help you. Spend more time fishing. With the extra money, buy larger boats. Sell directly to the processor. Eventually you can open your own cannery. You can move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City where you can run your expanding enterprise.
How long will this take?
Fifteen to twenty years.
And then what, senor?
That’s the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public. You’d make millions.
Millions, senor? And then what?
Then you could retire, and move to a small fishing village where you could sleep late, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, and stroll into town in the evenings to sip wine and play guitar with your amigos…
Posted by Angela Tanner at November 17, 2008 10:43 AM