“I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid,” I responded when questioned about my recent entrepreneurial idea.
The questioner chuckled. “There IS a fine line you know.”
To make sure of my response, should I choose to use it in the future, I looked up the words “crazy” and “stupid.” Crazy has two meanings: mentally deranged and extremely enthusiastic. I’m crazy about the second definition!
Stupid, on the other hand, (“Goes to the bone,” as Scott would say. Or was that “ugly?” Forget that for now and carry on with me) has one meaning: lacking intelligence or common sense. Aren’t those two meanings? Either you lack intelligence, or you lack common sense.
I’ll never claim at my age that I lack intelligence. After all, I’ve had 70 plus years to acquire and apply knowledge. The definition of intelligence doesn’t say anything about how one applies knowledge. Perhaps that’s where common sense comes in. Okay, I’m getting better at that too, although some may argue otherwise.
“So, what sparked the conversation in the first place?” you ask. Maybe you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you because I’m “extremely enthusiastic.”
Almont, North Dakota, grabbed me by the spirit and won’t let go. It’s where grandma Dena ran a hotel in the 1920s. It’s where grandpa Jim owned and operated a pool hall full of intrigue and dastardly deeds and where my father got into all kinds of trouble as a kid. My book, The Road To LaReta tells the story, available at Amazon Books in print and as an eBook. (This ad approved by Bonnie King).
Since returning—and there were 1500 miles on the way back to envision the possibilities—I’ve decided to rent a new built home from my daughter and son-in-law that will be ready in early 2019, sell my home after thirty years, and use the proceeds to invest and renovate a truly ugly, abandoned two-story bar (brown front) on Main Street in Almont, population 123.
“What are you going to do with it?” you ask. Of course, you want to know. I do too!
How about creating a destination wedding and event center? It’s within an hour of Bismarck and the market area has about a hundred thousand people or more. Surely, someone wants to get married in a rustic setting! (I know; I use exclamation marks way too much, but that’s because I’m extremely enthusiastic!)
“And will you live there year-round?” you ask.
“Are you crazy,” I respond, meaning mentally deranged. “It’s 40 below in the winter and the wind blows up to speeds I can’t comprehend. Yes, it does get hot in the summer too, but that’s wedding season, so… Part of the renovation must include air conditioning. The plan is to be there for about six months a year: spring, summer and early fall.” (Oh boy, now I’m in trouble with my friends and family in North Dakota. They’re not crazy for living there year-round; they’re acclimated!)
There are many hurtles to vault and questions to be answered concerning the event center, but I am taking another road trip to Almont, North Dakota the end of July to meet with the owner and discuss possibilities. All of this may come to naught, but when you’re crazy like I am (pick your definition), you have to follow the dream. Don’t you think?