…And a Better Man.
The Marlboro Man Prequel
Jack Norman Evertz (March 8, 1927 – July 27, 2009)
The words “They just don’t make ‘em like that anymore” come to mind when I think about my gramps. Part redneck, part roughneck and all man in an increasingly domesticated man’s world, Grampa Jack was quick with opinions and head-shaking dismay despite his lack of a high school diploma to back him up. Common sense ruled — in the shop, around the card table, on the porch and anywhere else he chose to plant his Size 12 Tony Lama boots. A simple wisdom left permanent marks, like these gems:
Grampa Jack on Stress:
“I just never could understand why you and your dad always worried to high hell about everything. More than half the time, it never turns out that way and the rest of the time it’s not nearly as bad as you think. And if it is ever that bad you’re too damn worn out from worrying to do anything about it.”
Grampa Jack on Women:
“Nothing’s harder on a man than an angry woman.”
Grampa Jack on Manhood:
“The world doesn’t owe you anything and it will knock you on your ass every chance it gets. Your job is to keep gettin’ up.” His favorite movie was Cool Hand Luke if that tells you anything.
He laughed at the pussification of the American male and would routinely harken back to his Golden Era of the’50s and ’60s where smokin’, drinkin’ and raisin’ hell were a man’s God-given right – and anybody who said otherwise could go straight to hell.
Some of that tenacity and toughness no doubt makes you strong on the battlefield or in the bar room, but I had the hardest time convincing Grampa Jack that his Advanced Coursework in Manhood for his only grandson was losing the battle in the boardroom. “There’s ego, politics, turf wars, and hurt feelings that come into play. You have to be nice,” I told him.
“What the hell does nice have to do with business?” he asked. “And, did you say hurt feelings?”
Never did give him any good answers on why brains had rapidly replaced balls for dominance in the American West, except to throw another cliche at him that got him to come around half way. “You get more bees with honey, Grampa.”
Well, with him cashing in his chips at the end of July to spend the rest of eternity with my Gramma Grace (a tough cookie in her own right), here are 5 things Grampa Jack taught me that make me a better man and a better marketer.
1. If you don’t mean it, don’t say it.
2. Shut up. You just might learn something. (Still working on this one)
3. If you make a mistake, own up to it. Then work like hell to fix it.
4. If you believe in what you’re doing, don’t back down.
5. A man is only as good as his word.
T-5. Outwork your co-workers. Outsmart your enemies.
R.I.P. Gramps. You were a helluva lot smarter than you gave yourself credit for.