When my brother Reg and I were doing the “Class thing” our client list grew too large to handle so Reg came up with”Class Seminars.” The concept was simple enough … If we couldn’t get to them as often as we would have liked, let’s bring ’em to us. The fact that our seminars were held in the middle of winter but our offices were in La Jolla didn’t hurt much either. (our Canadian clients were always the first to register)
We had great speakers like Jim Hilliard, Jerry Bobo, Hugh Heller, Jim West, Jack McCoy plus all the latest research guys. I was the MC and was only a little nervous but when I asked Reg who our first speaker was and he said it was me I got real nervous. WTF! Now if you hand me a guitar I can go on for hours but otherwise, I ain’t got nuthin’ to say.
We had great speakers like Jim Hilliard, Jerry Bobo, Hugh Heller, Jim West, Jack McCoy plus all the latest research guys. I was the MC and was only a little nervous but when I asked Reg who our first speaker was and he said it was me I got real nervous. WTF! Now if you hand me a guitar I can go on for hours but otherwise, I ain’t got nuthin’ to say.
Necessity being a “Mutha” I stalled by getting each attendee to introduce themselves hoping as they each did so I would eventually come up with my own topic. As each one stood up a cool story about them would pop into my head which I’d share as they sat down. After everyone had introduced themselves I glanced up at the clock to see how much time I had to fill and surprisingly discover that we were already running late.
Over the years we did a lot of these seminars but then started moving them around the country to places like the South Fork Ranch when “who shot JR” was hot, the stage of the Grand Ole Opry as country music was coming on strong in America, Texas Stadium in Dallas when the Cowboys were America’s team, and into the mountains of Park City Utah. Of all the seminars we did my all time favorite was the last one in San Diego at a magnificent hotel right on the water. I can still see myself standing at the lectern welcoming everybody when mid-sentence I stopped and said, is this f##king boring or what … Let’s get the hell outta here! I had them follow me out the doors to the marina where we boarded a sleek 65′ ocean going sailing yacht.
As we put out to sea we talked a little radio until someone asked if it was true that the legendary Jack McCoy lived around here somewhere and when I responded that indeed he did someone else asked if I ever got to see him. I told him that I saw him all the time and in fact, I’m looking at him right now and with that I pointed up to the bridge and said … Ladies and Gentlemen may I introduce you to our captain … Jack McCoy! (pictured above with me at my recent birthday party in San Diego)
As we put out to sea we talked a little radio until someone asked if it was true that the legendary Jack McCoy lived around here somewhere and when I responded that indeed he did someone else asked if I ever got to see him. I told him that I saw him all the time and in fact, I’m looking at him right now and with that I pointed up to the bridge and said … Ladies and Gentlemen may I introduce you to our captain … Jack McCoy! (pictured above with me at my recent birthday party in San Diego)
NOW A BUNCH MORE THOUGHTS DESIGNED TO PROVOKE…
People tend to check their own pocket book first in order to decide what state the economy is in not with some stats served up by a PR firm.
A teacher will never know how long their influence will last so I hope they teach wisely.
Love and hate are very similar but indifference sure ain’t.
All women look incredible in a wedding dress.
The only thing that’s really free is the word.
You tend to tell your real good friends mostly good things.
Nobody hates bad teams they hate the great ones.
The controversy about whose better, Beck or Clapton rages on until Eric steps up to the microphone.
Isn’t the electoral college a little old school.
If his mother hasn’t already done so I need to warn my 11-year-old grandson Nathaniel that most girls his age have already picked out the color of their bridesmaid’s dresses.
PC is a shield that a lotta bad people are hiding behind.
I had to laugh out loud the other day while watching a martial arts film when one of the Kung Fu types spoke to the other the subtitle claimed he said, “let’s get drunk and chase some kittens.”
The only men that women don’t understand are the ones that don’t desire them.
I feel sorry for the liberals who assume that conservatives are just a bunch of red necked hillbillies.
What amazes me most about the Olympics is that even though these are the best athletes in the world someone always shows up who make the rest look like high school kids.
So we have two 1%ers running for President, what the hell do either of them know about the rest of us.
No one will ever know that you stumbled if you make it part of your dance.
Most liberals only notice you when you don’t agree with them.
You would think that out of the 320 million people who live in the United States we could have found someone better than Trump or Hillary to run for President.
Maybe the reason that politicians think they’re smarter than us is because we’re dumb enough to actually vote for them.
There is no right or wrong only consequences.
A group picture of naked women just looks kinda strange and not very sexy whereas a photo of one or two of them nude looks breathtaking.
Boy, all that weed sure didn’t slow Michael Phelps down much in the Olympics.
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The reruns are great !
Thanks Gary, I’m back in town again so we must get together.
Great story George!
Thank you Mr. Earl.