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April
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Letter from Gaile Haessly Claudia, Thanks so much for keeping us all updated on one another. It was such fun to read Dennis Andersonıs nice long letter about his move half-way across the country, his new business, and the family's doings. Iıd guess that many members of our class are turning down some unexpected paths as we all move into our reclining--I mean, declining--years. Demographers are now saying that our generation is the first one to have a bonus 20 years added to our middle years: weıre the first to be healthy enough to be able to throw ourselves into empty-nest careers with enough oomph to produce an impact. What are we each going to do with that extra time? You and Dennis have inspired me to tell a little about where I am in life, in hopes of hearing from more of our classmates about more recent developments in their lives. The people who knew me at Palo Duro knew me as a pretty one-dimensionally academic person. I continued down that path until I hit a brick wall: no good jobs in my field despite my Ph.D. I made a sharp left into corporate business, where I prospered for about 20 years as a marketer and product developer--credit cards, mutual funds, trust services. I was a hard-working, happy DINK--double income, no kids. Then I hit brick wall #2: age fifty. All at once I was unemployable again, despite what everyone said were great skills and the booming 90ıs economy. Thatıs easy to say now, but it was hard to live. About three years ago, my husband Rick re-ignited a home-based business-writing practice that he had started 10 years earlier when we still lived in New York City. After a while, I began insisting that I could help him market his business--my twenty years in the direct-marketing of services was, after all, not for nothing. I did a brochure, website (at www.holton.cc--we tell people that the "cc" stands for "cool companies"), trade-show booth, and public relations campaign that included articles, training seminars, etc. Until this spring, I was totally a "stealth staffer." You'll see what I mean if you go to the website, where Iım not yet to be seen, but where I've made my husband's head into a ³fun² marketing icon that wears different hats representing different skill areas (see the ³about² section for the man in the Fargo hat, the Viking hat ]:) , etc.). But, in actualility, weıve gradually, with some trepidation, moved to a co-practice. We both consult with and write for business clients, sometimes separately, sometimes together; we both noodle over, second-guess, and edit one anotherıs work. But heıs the salesman and factory manager, and Iım the visionary and tactical marketer. He keeps the clients happy and the trains running on time. I dream up the big ideas and refine things beyond perfection. Lately, Iıve taken to speaking and writing about practical marketing strategies and tactics. (Dilbert really doesnıt know what heıs talking about when he disparages us marketers.) And this spring we went public with me as the ³managing director² of the marketing part of our practice. Itıs been challenging--Iıve been interviewed on morning drive-time radio, Iıve pitched marketing campaigns to public television, and started to publish my insights into that much maligned field, marketing. In fact, I just wrote an article this week that Iıd like to share. In fact, Iıve pasted it into this email because itıs sometimes hard to open attachments. It might prove relevant to your non-profit, church, or school work, as well as to your business. In it I use a huge local art fair as the jumping off point for discussing marketing fundamentals. If you want another new essay--from my baby-boomer series--on ³How I Rode A Magic Carpet [the Weekly Reader] to Fame and Fortune²--send me an email at gaile@holton.cc. So, to all the Dons who made it this far: congratulations! And whazzup for the third half of your life? Gaile Haessly PS I'm one of the few people I know with a parent still living. I'll be visiting Amarillo in May to see my mother who's 82, and would love to get together with anybody who's willing. (Gaile, the article you wrote is not included in this email but I would like to refer classmates to your email so you can send it to them upon their request. Email her at gaile@holton.cc Thanks, cp) Go Big Blue! Go Big White! Go Dons Go Dons FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Home | Current
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