|It's that time of year when things start to get lean here in Maine. Tourist businesses have laid off all their seasonal help and by now most of the yard sale money
has been spent on lottery tickets, bingo and other essentials.
My friend Kendall Morse tells stories about the two brothers - Sherman and Harold Boardman - who were always looking for ways to make money. They were two of the hardest working men you'd ever meet, but they were a little slow and often had trouble securing gainful employment.
I don't know where I heard this one, but one time a neighbor told the brothers that someone in town was looking for some people to do some painting. When the
brothers showed up in the fella's dooryard he said he first wanted to see how good
they were with a paintbrush. He told them to grab a nearby bucket of paint and some brushes and go around the back of the house and start painting his porch. He
told them that he'd come check on them in a while.
So Harold grabbed the bucket of paint and Sherm grabbed the brushes, and off they went behind the house.
A few minutes later the fella was surprised to see them back. He said, “You can't be finished painting the porch all ready!”
“We sure are,” said Sherm. “And just for your information that's not a 'porch'
you've got back there - it's a Mercedes.”
“But we laid a nice thick coat on her anyway,” said Harold.
Kendall tells of another time when the brothers heard from their neighbor that if you took a truckload of Christmas trees down to Boston and set yourself up in some parking lot you'd end up selling every one of those trees, and you'd make yourself a tidy profit while you were at it.
So, early one Saturday morning in early December the two brothers - who, like
I said, weren't wrapped too tight - went to Earl Tucker's woodlot up on the ridge and bought a few hundred fresh cut trees from Earl for $5 each. The brothers then
headed down the interstate to Boston and by midmorning they had located an ideal
spot in a lot in Dedham, right off busy Route 128. Once safely parked they began
unloading their Christmas trees.
People began stopping right off and before Harold and Sherm had finished unloading they had sold a few dozen trees. By four that afternoon they had sold every one of their fresh Maine Christmas trees - for five dollars each.
Heading back up the interstate Sherman was at the wheel and Harold, who was
a tad more clever than Sherman, began counting their money. After he had counted it several times Sherman looked over and said, “So, Harold, how'd we do?”
“I can't figure it out,” said Harold. “From what I can tell we're not going to make any money on this deal and I can't figure out why. In fact, when we take out
our expenses we're going to lose money.”
“How can that be?” said Sherman. “We sold every tree we brought down with us.”
“I know,” said Sherm, “but I've counted the money several times, and I can't see how we're going to make anything for all this work.”
“Well, there's only one thing to do,” said Sherman.
“What's that?” said Harold.
Sherman said, “Next year we'll just have to get us a bigger truck.”