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Earth Day 2

When I grew up, I didn't think one bit about littering. In fact, one thing that I remember about about my childhood was how dirty Milwaukee Avenue was on the way to the drugstore. I attributed messy streets with city life. Once, when my aunt came from Puerto Rico, I was riding in her car and I threw a soft drink cup out the window, she said "Billy keep Chicago clean", I looked at her in disdain. I continued this practice until I was 24 years old, when I accidentally threw a cup out the window in front of Katie, like the first week dating. Apparently that was'nt normal in her experience. I mean come on, throwing something out the window, leaving a Whopper wrapper on a flower pot, throwing ashes out of a moving vehicle was wrong? Apparently so.
Once I heard Eric and Emily were cleaning their block over on Mozart and Cortland, back in the day; they even picked up an empty purple juice bottle in front of some gangbangers. I was burning with anger, who did Katie, Eric, and Emily think they were acting like some uppity-ups, keeping Chicago clean. Didn't they know True Chicagoans trash their town and like it like that. Nonetheless, slowly, I came around. I am reformed and so what, I do like picking up trash in front of my house and keeping Chicago clean.

Earth Day

Today at school we celebrated by creating a ton of trash from decorating our classroom for the annual International Day Celebration. Schools are the biggest wasters of paper out there. I think my blue bin has gum, styrofoam cups, binders with those little wires, styrofoam lunch trays, and pencil shavings. In addition, I think my janitor throws out my recycling in the regular garbage. Happy Earth Day.

Little Lotto

When I was a kid, my grandma would send me to the cornerstore on Fullerton for milk. Every once in a while she would also send me to buy lottery tickets for my grandpa, sometimes I would get to pick numbers. I would never win, but I always loved guessing the which numbered ball would pop up next.

Green Limousine

I just got my replacement CTA Plus card so that I can ride up Pulaski on rainy days or when I'm lazy. Pulaski is not as exciting as other lines and the busses don't have as much character as they use to. True Chicagoans will remember the green limousine, used until the 90's. That was a classy ride. Cladded in rivited metal panels of sea green and army green; an interior of, I believe, hues of biege, black, and taupe. The essence of a transportation, True Chicago style, "nuttin' to fancy, it just gotta get me to where I'm goin'. "

My Favorite Smells

What a beautiful night, walked out of Facets movie theater on Fullerton. 62 degrees, street crowded with cars, taxis, and j-walking pedestrians. The colors glimmering on the freshly wet asphalt. The smell of a misty spring evening rain. One of my favorite smells.

Here is a list of my other favorite smells: freshly lit cigarette, stale beer in a tavern, hiacynth, the Lincoln Park Conservatory, my son's soft cheeks, coffee roasting from a factory on Elston and Webster, Big Red gum, Cool Water perfume for Women, a newly published book, new carpet, newly painted room, cilantro, dentist's office (cloves), leather, moth balls, wintermint, gasoline, Murphy's Oil, pine trees, pipe smoke.

Best shots of the Trump Tower

New buildings are changing the skyline everyday. The Aqua, The Legacy, 300 N. Lasalle, One Museum Place, and the Trump Tower have changed the skyline forever. The Trump Tower is practically done and it's spire and it's top are tastefully done, the best parts of the tower. I do have a love hate relationship with the tower.
Worst shots of the tower: from the river, Navy Pier, the Kennedy. Best shots of the tower: along the Dan Ryan,heading north from Sox Park, when the road curves west; looking south on Rush street, standing on the platform of the El at Randolph and Wabash.

Best Shot of Chicago

Yesterday I went to the History Fair with my students. After, I turned off 31st street onto some street that is parrallel to the Dan Ryan Expressway and the railroad tracks, trying to get on I-94. I got the best perspective of the Trump Tower (which I hate), in fact taking this road north and getting onto the Dan Ryan,I got the best shot of the skyline,period. The south view of the skyline where the Dan Ryan turns left provides the most nuanced view of the buildings and their interplay with each other than any other perspective I've come across. No picture though, you have to check it out yourself.

32 years old

I know a person that was overweight and went to meet a personal trainer, after much analysis they determined that although he was 28 years old, he had the body of a 38 year old. Over the course of a year and a half, although 30 years old, he had gotten his body to that of a 24 year old. In the past two years I have done the same, lost wieght I mean, but I'm pretty sure I have the body of a 32 year old, because in fact I am 32 years old today, it's my birthday.
I am beginning to notice aches and pains, and a faint wrinkles on my brow and corners of my eyes. I am also noticing that I am sounding and thinking more like an old codger. I am constantly trying to instruct my kid and others about the right way of doing things, I dont want kids on my lawn, I dont like them playing football on the street because they might hit my car, and I complain if the nieghbors if their too loud.
I'll tell you this, I have no idea what these next few years have to hold. I never imaginged life past 25 years old, so I kinda have been on auto pilot. I have a baby girl on the way. I don't have any dreams for myself, my family. Kinda sad. Its time to dream again.

Obama Administration Oversteps It's Boundaries?

The Government forced out the CEO of GM. I don't know, slippery slope, or necessary? Even Mayor Daley was like, Whoa, dude, you passed the line.

Grieving a loss

To me, a tree represents two things, life and permanence. It's always difficult for me to see trees cut down in the city, particularly trees that have taken 50-60 years to mature. No trees have meant more to me than the trees of my old neighborhood at 3312 N.Keystone. There were only five houses on my block and eight mature trees, that isn't counting the leafy roof that lined School Street, the "Lost Boys" crab apple tree in next door apartment building's courtyard, or the bushes you could play hide and seek in, these trees on Keystone formed an impenetrable canopy, a boundary between the sidewalk and the sky. The way a space is organized has an effect on the people that find themselves within that space. I cannot imagine living in a suburban tract housing development without trees, or on a busy street where trees are a nuisence or not allowed to flourish. I owe a great deal of who I am to those formative years playing on my block. The way the urban space happened to be organized, with the trees and the J-shape of the block was serendipitious. The trees created an urban Secret Garden for play.

Today, however, I grieve the loss of the tallest tree on my old block. I rode past the 3300 block of Keystone and found the remains of the tree which my frends and I carved our names. The tree that I carved the names, Caitlin Bryce and Kimberly Brown, my first loves. The tree that quickly came to mind when reading "The Giving Tree" to Liam. All the people and friends from my past on Keystone have gone, the buildings, fences, garages, the names on doorbells are different, but the one thing that gave permanence to my memories, of what it felt like to live on my block, were the trees, and now they are gone too, and so my memories will fade into a mist. And I am reminded of the fragility of life.




If you want to see what I'm talking about go to google maps click on the streetview of 4000 W. School Street go west (straight), turn north(right) onto the 3300 block of Keystone and see for yourself. Just imagine it with at least five more mature trees planted.

Housing Prices have bombed

Last year the average home price in my zip code was $250,000, today it's $60,000. Looks like we're staying in the neighborhood for a little while.

Humboldt Park Needs a Break

Humboldt Park can't win. For thirty years people left the neighborhood or had been stuck here with no means of moving up in the ladder. So it became a struggle to maintain and improve housing and quality of life in the neighborhood for residents. Then, gentrification began pushing west and was threatening the displacement of many longtime residents. So the struggle became one of fighting to remain in a neighborhood through keeping housing affordable. While all the non-profits and community organizations were fighting to create or maintain affordable housing, the sub-prime lenders got so many residents to believe they were ready to own. Bam. The housing foreclosure crisis. So now non-profits organizations are fighting educate residents on how to keep their homes and renegotiate with lenders. My observations has been that more often than not, foreclosure has been the best option for people. Now Humboldt Park is beset with abandoned, boarded up homes; sometimes three or four a block, gentrification has slowed to a crawl, and Humboldt Park is quickly bleeding residents. If you count Hermosa just to the north and West Garfield Park to the south, your looking at one of the most abandoned areas of our city.

Now i understand that I don't have a complete handle on the dynamics of what is going on, but instead of spending so much time trying to get unwilling lenders to renegotiate rates, it may look like we have to take a two pronged approach to save Humboldt Park and other neighborhoods. First housing organizations need to continue to educate and guide troubled homeowners through the process of saving or losing their home. Then non-profits such as Bickerdike, Hispanic Housing, NNNN, LSNA etc. should work on creating affordable housing by buying up all the foreclosed property at below market prices and buying as many "short sales" as they can, rehabbing them, and getting them on the market for an affordable price for new home owners or simply managing the properties as affordable housing for renters. If these organizations are serious about their commitment to the neighborhood, in the long run, and are wanting longtime residents to stick around, this is the opportunity to get more affordable housing under the control of community organizations that seek the betterment of the neighborhood and keep longtime residents in the community. Developers are not snapping up these properties so quick because of the credit crunch and banks unwilling top loan to any developer. Community and housing organizations have connections with other non-profit lending organizations that can work around all the red tape the developers deal with. Gentrification has been weakened in Humboldt Park, this is the break organizations and residents have been waiting for.

City of Big Shoulders Gives Me a Hug

I have been taken back by the good will and honesty that has come my way recently. I get a daily brief of crime in my neighborhood from this site called Everyblock Chicago, I know all of the assualt, knifings, rapes, robberies, drug and prostitution arrests that happen in a one mile radius, everyday. Sometimes you think Chicago's gone crazy.
But three times in the last month our garage has been open hours at a time and nothing has been stolen, nieghbors have kindly watched our stuff or rung our bell to let us know. I lost my wallet on Thursday, with credit cards and a two hundred dollar check. I had been looking everywhere, I even back tracked up and down Belmont Avenue looking for any signs of my wallet. Today, I received an envelope; in it my license, credit cards, and the two hundred dollar check. The envelope had no return address. It's good to be reminded of a little kindness, honesty, thoughtfulness, humbleness, and neighborly love exists in Chicago. I extend thanks and blessings.

Chicago's President

Today My class and I witnessed the historic inaguration of Chicagoan Barack Obama. My class has a bunch of talkers, so naturally I was dreading having to get on thier backs about talking to their friends while the moment passed us by. But, I was impressed with the respect that my kids showed. They clapped everytime someone spoke, they bowed their heads when a pastor prayed, they held their hands over their hearts and sang our national anthem, without me buggin them to do it. I have never seen anything like it before, it's like their understanding of the moment in time brought forth a well of citizenship that has not been tapped in young people for generations. Two of my students gave articulate and passionate assessment of their feelings afterward, one said that it makes him feel like that "maybe in 20 years we'll have a Latino president, or maybe even a Middle Eastern". The other, I'm not joking, welled up giving his summary, " It's amazing, I mean, we're viewing history, nothing ever like this will ever come close to happening like this again."
I myself, am glad to be on this side of history, to collectively rejoice with my students, other , Americans, and world citizens in the new direction our country is heading in. For those of you that read my previous blog about election night, I have lightened up a little. Unlike the night of November 3, where people just seemed fake and the reaction to the win seemed contrived . I am glad today felt like one of genuine joy and excitement.

Today I was inspired by my students optimism; I am inspired by fellow Chicagoans that scrimped and saved to bring generations of their families to Washington D.C, I'm inspired that someone from my block made it to D.C., I am inspired by all the people that lived through the Civil Rights era crying in the crowd, I am inspired by the inaguration speech in which, I felt, Barack was able to express his awarness of his symbolic meaning and America's symbolic meaning, to push our country into the future, by compelling us to look back at our past and reexamine where we have come from and what our forefathers ideals were for democracy, freedom, and liberty. Today, I am proud that our country, has shown that what makes our country, our people great, is that in the name of our ideals we can work to reconcile our countries' moral failures such as slavery, discrimination, economic injustice, intolerance, greed, poverty, wars, selfishness etc. Thanks Barack for leading us into that future.

True Chicagoans Eat Italian Beef

The Italian Beef sanwhich is something , thin slices of roast beef, soaked in juices, topped with Scala giardinera, or sweet peepers. Mmmm. Don't get fooled into going to Mr. Beef on Orleans or Portillo's . The best beef stands are on the Northwest Side. Johnny's, Michael's, Roma's, Jay's, and my number one choice for juicy beef's and fries, Mr. Beef on Harlem. True Chicago.

Barack Obama wins

Everyone will be blogging about this, this evening. I'm tired, it's 2:28 in the morning, and I have to work in a few hours. I will tell you this, I was disappointed with the evening. Not one of the 65,000 people that attended looked like anyone I see and deal with on a regular basis. Lots of self-aware hipsters and cool upper-middle class, educated, pretty people, Ryan and me. Guess this event proves that there really is a technology gap between the rich and the poor.

All the homeless were still trying to get fed, the hustlers were not inspired by the change Obama will bring to America, they were trying to make change by selling Obama t-shirts, hats, and knick-knacks.

I think everyone was just had expectations that this would be our moment to experience in history, where we could say, we were there. That Obama's speech would be Kennedy-esque or a King type " I Have a Dream" speech, but it wasn't. It was just a spiced up stump speech with a few golden nuggets. There wasn't a real organic vibe to the event. If anyone has ever experienced a Bulls Championship celebration or rally, then you know that feeling of this organic wellspring of joy, excitement, and being a part of something bigger than yourself with people from all races and classes. I think the homegenity of the event made it feel subdued, awkward at times, and a feeling of disengenuos excitement. Overall, it felt fake. I expected more from an Obama celebration.

A Coming Out Party: Chicago Republicans

In Chicago, Republican is a bad word. you only find a few on the far Northwest Side and maybe a smattering downtown. This is a one party town, a oligarachy, ruled by powerful Democrats and and perpetuated through patronism. And they keep thier grip because urban dwellers think everything is copasetic with Democrats in power. I guess were not as backwards and closed as those country folk that vote Republican, right?
Last night I snuck into a John McCain party, at a bar, with Angel and Liam. Angel, a staunch Democrat, had to be coerced into coming. I told him he would be spying for the Democratic Party and that there would be free food. I was going for all the free McCain stuff to give out to my students. Liam was along for the ride. It was a boyz nite out.
I love being in a room where everyone thinks you're on the same page, but you're not. Where you get to hear people embarrass themselves and say things they would never say in public. That is what I was hoping for. When we got there, I grabbed as much SWAG as I could. The room was half empty, and there was a feeling like you were part a group shunned by society and now here are others like you and you're letting it all hang out. I saw babies with Palin Power bibs, people with McCain-Palin shirts, and some othere interesting sights. I could not believe how many old people there were and how many men where trying to pull off bow ties and red suspenders. I guess they were going for the Michael Douglas, Wall Street, look.
Time went on, we ate, watched the Sox lose and we didn't notice any Republican big wigs, until Tony Perica ( running for States Attorney) and Jim Durkin ( he runs McCain's campaign in Illinois) began speaking. These guys were passionate as only any underdog can be. They know how defeating it is to be a Republican in this town, but I was struck by Tony Perica's description of what it would do to Chicago politics by having a Republican as State's Attorney. He said he has the power of supoena and would be going after all the Strogers and Daleys of Chicago and Cook County. As much as I love Obama and am excited about his message of change, a Republican elected to any municipal or cook county office would be more in line with his message than the same old sleeping at the wheel, voting for your party, expectations in Chicagoland.

True Chicagoans Use Double-Negatives

Any study in linguistics will argue that there is no such thing as improper english. In that light of this, I present to you the following True Chicago double negatives:

I'm not gunna do dat no, not now, not ever.

Ain't nobody gunna tell me not to do dat.

I don't want nothin to do wit you.

... And the most famous double negative in Chicago history.... "Chicago ain't no sissy town" by "Hinky Dink" Kenna, the 1st Ward alderman ( 1897-1923) and "Lord of the Levee district".

A 4th Option

In Chicago, you only have three options for living.
1. Gentrified or gentrifying neighborhoods.( Lincoln Park, West Town, Humboldt Park, Pilsen)
2. Poor, deteriorating, isolated neighborhoods. ( Englewood, North Lawndale)
3. Safe, family friendlyneighborhoods , but defensive against neighborhood change( Dunning, Jefferson Park, Norwood Park, Mt. Greenwood).

I would prefer a 4Th option. Can Chicago have neighborhoods that are mixed economically, socially, and racially, but not on the brink of gentrification? Can Chicago have a neighborhood that is defensive of change because it's heterogeneity is at stake?

I think it would take a generation of many small groups of young people, of all classes and races, that are committed to putting down roots. I'm talking about intentionally seeking out space in Chicago, not in an upcoming or trendy neighborhood, but in the most isolated, poor, and seemingly unliveable and abandoned places, to live, get involved, raise kids, marry your kids there, grow old, and die in the same house or apartment. This is not utopia, but a call to the challege of status quo of neighborhood segregation in Chicago and the greatest protest against the American Dream or any pressures of climbing the social ladder.

Some people call it gentrification with justice, I call it living intentionally. There are so many definitions of gentrification and without hard data in your hands to prove it, gentrification can only rely on symbols as a definition ( Starbucks, rich people, white people, new condos, too much change too fast). So early on, no matter what, there is going to be judgement about change in a neighborhood, but recognize that time builds trust, time builds community, time and purposeful living can build a 4th option for living in Chicago.

Getting it Wrong

Last Thursday we had a block club meeting and I mentioned that I wanted to elect new officers for the upcoming year. One of my neighbors asked " Bill, you don't want to be President no more?". I told here that i did , but would like to see other regulars at the meetings get involved. She said, " You know if you guys leave that's the end of the block club."



And there it was right in my face, the realization that I had failed Community Organizing 101,

"Always work to develop indigenous leadership".

Fwd- "The Logan Square Blogger"

My name's Jill, and I'm really passionate about supporting local businesses. Last night, I rode my bicycle and met up with my friends Emily,Erica, and Katie at Logan Bar and Grill. We talked about our disdain for Sarah Palin and how she is an insult to those of us that supported Hillary. But the focus was on the state of Logan Square and how gentrification has been forcing out longtime businesses. For those of you unaware of what is going on in our neighborhood, newer residents are moving in and forcing longtime residents out. Businesses that have been here for generations are being replaced by Starbucks or some other multi-national chains to meet the consumer demands of those new residents. The effects of globalization have especially hit the Latino residents of our
community the hardest. That's why all of us at the table made a pact to spend our money locally and that's why I want to recommend everyone to try Logan Bar and Grill, it's been in the community for a long time, its not a chain, and its is true to the neighborhood, it even has the word Logan in its name. If I were to choose between two local grills, such as Johnny's Grill and the Logan, I would definetely choose the Logan.


And....... don't forget to get your groceries at Adli on Milwaukee either, you always want to support and protect our local grocery stores and keep the money from flowing out of our community.

Northwest Side: What makes these neighborhoods so safe?

Portage Park, Jefferson Park, O'Hare, Edison Park, Norwood Park, Dunning, Sauganash, and Forest Glen reported no shooting deaths or injuries this summer, while other neighborhoods reported a combined total of 125 people shot and an estimated 247 wounded this summer. What makes these neighborhoods consistently the safest neighborhoods in the city?

http://cbs2chicago.com/local/chicago.summer.shootings.2.810166.html

http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&msa=0&msid=104675750739697697598.00044e3957099c263f47c&ll=41.79384,-87.61734&spn=0.457659,0.933838&z=10

Much Love to My Street

I have this framed picture I inherited when I got married called " How to Build Community", among the fifty odd ways you can build community, one of them was to organize a block party. That is just what we have done for the last four years. This year, however had a much different feel. A lot of new people have moved onto the block, and some old have returned.

When you are new to a neighborhood, you have to feel out the culture of the block and the unsaid rules and expectations of how you are to live in that community. But, what happens if you return to the neighborhood and all the culture and rules have changed? Do you adapt, or do you live your life the same way you always did before you left? Should you expect everyone to accept you and your way of life? Should you care?Working through these questions can be a struggle.

The block has changed in the last five years, so our newest neighbors have returned and with loud parties late into the night, gun shots, and shady lookin' characters rollin' up at all times.The block club has made it known that these type of things don't fit our culture or expectations for living in our community. Yet, I had a sense that the new rules, said or unsaid, had left our new neighbors feeling alienated and not part of what is going on here on our block.

That sense is what was giving me anxiety about this year's block party. What would it be like if our new neighbors kept to themselves or worse, what if they, feeling all the static they've been getting from the block, just acted wild and messed up the party?
Neither of those two scenerios happened. A block clean-up, bar-b-que arrachera, dominos, bags, scavenger hunts, football, corn hole, and a block potluck opened up the opportunity to connect the new neighbors, some of them who have a history as gangbangers. Some of these guys I would have never talked to based out of fear. There is something about hanging out, talking, and sharing the same experiences that humanizes those that you fear or dislike. I hope it was the same for them.

Like we always do, with those on our block who have a history here, Eric and I asked what this neighborhood was like before we came. One of our new neighbor's friends, who use to live on our block, told us how he used to party at our house, in the nineties; he also pointed out, with pride, all the apartments where he use to live. Then, he showed us where all of his relatives use to live. He followed the conversation with a story about where he wants to get his next tatoo, I asked him why he had a K and an L st. on his forearms. He said they stood for Keystone and LeMoyne, "I've got much love for this block". I realized that my new neighbors are fathers and uncles, like me. They like bar-b-que and eat potato salad, like me. And they love this block and have a vested interest in it, like me. Those common bonds and interests give me hope that understanding, acceptance, and friendship, and true community can happen here on this block

Be True to Thyself

If you are out of town and are from Shaumburg, Naperville, or Winnetka usually you will tell a person, upon meeting them for the first time, that you are from Chicago. However, do you understand the full extent of what living in Chicago entails?
It means your child may have to go to crumbling, poor acheiving public schools. You may have to talk to someone on food stamps. You may have to talk to your kids about gangs, they might be sitting on your porch. You may have to ride the bus to work with someone who drinks their own urine. You will pay some of the highest taxes in the nation. You will have put up with a shady city government, police, etc. and like it.
It would be nice if we could annex some of those suburbs into the city and use some of those extremly rich taxpayers to pay for our public schools, parks, infrastructure, and our problems. Unfortunately, we can't. So, I urge any suburbanite, when out of town, not to use Chicago as a reference point, if you don't really want to take on the extra burdens a Chicagoan has to bear as a citizen of this city of 3.8 million non-suburbanites. When trying to help someone understand where you are from, be proud that you really are from, Morton Grove.

Where do you live?

There is an easy way to tell if someone is a True Chicagoan, just ask them where they live. If they say Logan Square, not a True Chicagoan. If they say Fullerton and California, True Chicagoan. If they say Lincoln Square, not a True Chicagoan. If they say, I live over by the McDonald's on Lincoln and Western, True Chicagoan. If they say, I think the nieghborhood map of Chicago says I live in the Near North Side, not a True Chicagoan, but if they say I live at Division and Halsted, this place sure has changed, but I was born and raised right here, and this is where I'm gunna stay, then that person is a True Chicagoan.

True Chicagoans Read the Sun Times

Just ask any Streets and Sans guy. They're always reading them while enjoying a Jimmy's Hot Dog, when their supposed to be doing thier job.

Waiting for a bus: True Chicago Style

Any True Chicagoan waiting for a CTA bus is most certainly waiting impatiently, because CTA is never on schedule. A True Chicagoan exhibits the seriousness of their impatience by trying to spot the bus by walking in the middle of the street to try and catch a glimpse of a bus on the horizon. The Truest of all Chicagoans waiting for a bus will walk into the middle of the street to spot a bus while traffic weaves around them. Sometimes this Chicagoan is disappointed when they think they see a bus and it turns out to be a truck, school bus, or the most disappointing, and out of service bus. But, before discouragement sets, a True Chicagoan lifts their head up high and always finds three CTA buses bunched up ready to take him or her to their destination, late.

How Much Is Enough?

I am always in the mood to be inspired. I have tried in the past to force inspiration down my throat by trying to memorize some quotes by famous authors and thinkers throughout history, purchase fortune cookies, or hang up one of those signs, you know, like the ones that show lightening flashing above an open field, with one lone tree, with the tag line: Detirmination: The will to succeed can overcome the greatest adversity.
I prefer the inspiration that comes more serendipitiously. They can come from the strangest places. This time it was from Jimmy John's Sandwhich shop. I hope you are inspired too. The sign reads as follows:


How Much Is Enough?

The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, only a little while.

The American then asked why he didn't stay out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.

The American then asked, "but what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat, and with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this take?"

To which the American replied, "15-20 years."

"But what then?"

The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions?" asked the fisherman, "Then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evening, sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos!"

(Author unknown)