Month: August 2024

For as long as I can remember, I have been a fan of cool stuff.  I’m not referring to popular status symbols.  I am talking about cool stuff.  When I find something cool, I buy it and I keep it forever.  It does not matter that no one else thinks that the stuff is cool.  If I do, I buy it and hold on to it eternally.

Perusing my massive storage unit, I have noted that a lot of my cool stuff was actually given to me when I was a child.  I think my appreciation for valuing cool things is genetic.  My parents were extremely skilled at identifying cool.  They gave a lot of cool to their four children and I kept all of mine. 

For example, in 1951 my parents gave me a Lionel train set for Christmas.  Very cool.  Seventy three years later, I still set up the Sante Fe engine and freight cars around my Christmas tree.  Every Christmas and birthday the cool collection of cool train stuff expanded.  By 1960, I had acquired hundreds of Lionel components.  Engines, train sets, fully operating logging stations, cattle unloading corrals, missile launching cars, railroad flagmen, etc.  I still have all of them.  At least all of them that survived the reckless behavior of ten year olds playing war games with model trains.  

Expanding on the toys and games category, I have three large boxes of metal trucks from the early fifties.  Fire Trucks, Graders, Steam Shovels, Dump Trucks, even a Coca Cola Delivery Truck. 

I have three complete Erector Sets.  What’s an Erector Set?  From 1913 to 1963 a fine company, AC Gilbert, made metal construction sets for kids.  They had tons of metal framing and electric engines. They came with instructions to create elevators, cars, trucks, trains, amusement park rides.  Anything you could think of.  In addition you could build your own designs.  These were kind of a crude forerunner to Lego sets.  Last Christmas, I encouraged my grandsons to get out the instruction booklet and build an elevator.  Somehow it was not as appealing as the most recent Grand Theft Auto release but they humored me and whipped up a fully functioning elevator that transported my small metal cars several stories into an imaginary garage.  How cool is that? 

How do you get three Erector Sets?  My parents, both having the cool gene, found two of them in the 70’s at garage sales.  Hard to believe but some people did not recognize the Gilbert products as cool and were actually emptying things out of their basements.  So now they are in my permanent collection of cool stuff.                

I have some great games, including the first five Jeopardy games ever sold and a nearly complete collection of Trivial Pursuit.    

I think old clocks are cool.  I’m talking about mechanical devices at least 100 years old.  When we lived in a big house, I had thirty of them banging away all around the place.  You had to love an 1860 Seth Thomas calendar clock that tracked the time, month, day, and date.  It knows which months have 30 days and which months have 31.  It knows that February has 28 days and every four years, it knows that February has 29 days.  The designers gave up at this point.  The mechanics did not account for the fact that leap year is eliminated at the turn of the century for four straight centuries and added back for the centuries divisible by five.  For example 1900 was not a leap year but 2000 was.  My British Tall Case clock, aka Grandfather, was hand crafted by Jonathan Handley in the 1830’s and is still accurate to less than a minute a week.  Tell me that old clocks are not cool.

Why is keeping cool stuff a problem?  High maintenance and low utility.  For example, a few years ago, I spent an entire day just organizing the erector sets.  I have had these beauties for forty years and the only time we have ever used them was to build the elevator last December.  We tried to play the 1960’s Jeopardy games.  For some reason none of us remembered that Sweden won the Gold in the 3×5 kilometer cross country skiing event at the 1960 Squaw Valley Olympics.  My 23 year old grandson rarely asks to play with the toy trucks anymore. 

When I hire McKinsey to review the efficiency of my life, I am not going to get high ratings for keeping and organizing all the cool stuff.  Basically, weeks of maintenance for a few hours of use. 

So I should empty the 5,000 square foot warehouse that stores seven full sets of Christmas decorations (including 20 strings of Noma bubble lights), every set of golf clubs I have owned since 1963, 45 clocks, eight boxes of Lionel trains, and two red rider BB guns (one with a compass in the stock), and the complete set of my mother’s copper bottom Revere Ware made in Rome New York in the 1950’s (including two double boilers and an egg poaching pan).   

No way!  You never know when friends and relatives will come to spend a few days with you. They may have, in tow, a four year old and a six year old.  Very likely, the classic 1970 Fisher Price pull toys and the big metal trucks will provide hours of entertainment to the small fry. 

Strangely, the original owner may spend as much time with this stuff as the four year olds. 

From a consumer perspective, Weber is the perfect American company. 

In 1951 George Stephens, a sheet metal fabricator in Chicago, crafted the first Weber Kettle Grill.  George was part owner of the Weber Brothers Metal Works and he liked to grill.  He took the top and bottom parts of metal buoys the company made for marine enterprises and fashioned a kettle grill for his personal use.  He made some for his friends, then he sold some to his friends, then he started to sell a lot of them to everybody.  He tweaked and improved things until he created the classic Weber Kettle.  The kettle has changed little over the last sixty years.

The Metal Works was a family owned and operated business that was founded in 1893.  Based on the extraordinary products and services they offer, I am not surprised that they are thriving 131 years later.

Every August, I batten down the hatches in Jacksonville and get ready for a three month move to Ann Arbor.  I really do tie a lot of things down.  We spend the most active part of hurricane season away from our house in Ponte Vedra.  So, I try to get everything ready for whatever hurricanes may pass by in our absence.  A key part of the preparation is anchoring all of my barbecue equipment and outdoor furniture.  The tables and chairs go in to the garage but the Traeger pellet smoker and Weber Summit grill stay tied down on the Lanai.  They both weigh around 200 pounds so I don’t like to move them very far.

This year, I decided to give them a thorough cleaning and that started me thinking about what a great company Weber is.  I burned all of the grease accumulation out of the inside of Summit and cleaned and polished the stainless steel outside.  When I finished, the grill was close to new in both appearance and operation. All eight of the burners work perfectly, the stainless steel was totally rust free and perfectly polished.

Why is this a big deal?  This grill is at least 25 years old and has been pounded extensively by me and my brother in law, Dennis Gray.  Dennis is a world class barbecuist and he used the Summit for many years in Chicago.  It stayed on his patio in all four seasons.  He and Connie moved to Florida.  His new home included a fabulous outdoor kitchen so he gave this magnificent piece of equipment to me.  It was one of the finest gifts I have ever received.  So I have grilled, smoked, rotisseried, or fried at least two tons of barbecue on this grill over the last five years.  Dennis has easily prepared another ten tons.  The grill went through Chicago winters and, probably worse, salt air at the beach house.  After 25 years, it springs back to new condition with a two hour cleaning.

I am a man who knows barbecue equipment.  I have owned more than 75 different smokers and grills.  Charcoal, gas, and electric.  Nothing has performed like the Weber Summit and nothing has come close to the longevity of this grill.  So I think, “Well, that’s a Weber for you.”

“That’s a Weber for you.”  These people have been providing such outstanding products for so many years that we have come to expect the very best from them.  We take it for granted.  Making quality products is not an accident.  It is a business philosophy.  Weber has incredible empathy.  They put themselves in the shoes of their customers and they make things that best satisfy the needs of everyone who uses them.  If it isn’t outstanding, it doesn’t make it to the market place.

How many Weber products do I currently own?  I have three different kettle grills: an eighteen inch model, the classic 22 inch kettle and a forty year old 25 inch kettle.  I have three Weber Smokers: two 18 inch models and a 22 inch beast that can smoke twelve racks of ribs.  Of course, I have the Summit propane grill.  I have given away more Weber smokers and grills than I currently own.  To the best of my knowledge, all but one of the Weber products I have ever purchased is still in use.  I bought a classic Kettle for my lake house in 1990.  It stayed on the deck for 25 years and the leg supports finally rusted out after a lot of hurricane seasons.  This was the only Weber I ever took to the junk yard.

In addition to the grills, I currently own twenty or thirty Weber accessories.  Rib racks, fish racks, rotisseries bars, griddles, Bluetooth thermometers, etc.  The designers at Weber put themselves in the weekend pit master’s seat and rolled out some very useful equipment.

The Weber “Deluxe Poultry Roaster” is a great example of the way Weber develops products.  Many years ago an innovating barbecuist stuck a chicken on an open can of beer and smoked it.  The chicken was very moist and flavorful.  Beer in the butt chicken became the rage.  It is a little difficult to get the chicken off the beer can, especially when everything is about 200 degrees Fahrenheit.  So different entrepreneurs developed “Beer in the butt” tools.  You could buy a little rack that held the beer and chicken in place on the grill and made it easier to remove the chicken for carving.  These accessories would set you back five to fifteen bucks.  So the Weber engineers go to work.  They develop a holder that captures the juices from the chicken, controls the moisture content, makes it very easy to remove for carving, is non stick and dishwasher safe.  The process using the Weber tool is easier.  The results are perfect and very consistent.  Clean up is as easy as possible.  For this, Weber will charge you $49.  I own four of these things.  I often do chickens two at a time and I have a house in Michigan and a house in Florida.  I use them a lot, not because they are Webers but because they make the best chicken.

Weber support is fantastic.  For example, I needed a grate for my 25 inch kettle.  I called product support and they asked me if the kettle was purchased before or after 1998.  I replied that it was made somewhere in the mid 1980’s.  “Okay, the pre ‘98 kettles are a slightly different diameter.  We will have it to you in a couple of days.”  They have not made that grill since 1998 but they had a replacement grate to ship me in 2023.  They know that we are still using these kettles after 40 years and the grates can’t hold up forever.  So they make and stock replacements.   I wonder if my great, great grand daughter will still be able to get a replacement when she is using my 25 incher in 2077?

Finally, Weber grilling and smoking instructions are spectacular.  Their R&D team includes some of the best barbecue chef’s in the country. When you knock off a day to make some barbecue, you want the results to be noteworthy.  I want my guests to grab me by the lapels and demand to know how they can smoke ribs like these.  More importantly, I want to be able to make ribs, for my own personal consumption, that are exquisite.  I considered it a complete victory when my friend Bubba said, “These may be the best ribs since Eve.”  There are a lot of steps involved in making World Class Barbecue.  Maintaining the grills and smokers can be complex and the recipes can be very involved.  Not only does Weber have staff who can answer questions about these things, they have compiled 15 to 20 volumes of instructions and cookbooks.  Every time I have created a meal using one of these manuals, the results were excellent. 

Another great example of Weber empathy.  Using a classic Weber smoker, my smoking time for excellent pulled pork is 14 hours.  That is a challenge.  If I am having guests for a feast at 7:00 PM, I have to start firing up the smoker at 4:00 AM.  I bought the “Weber Greatest Hits” cookbook and they have a recipe for pulled pork that required 9-10 hours.  If you are in a barbecue contest, you’re up all night anyway.  However, for personal consumption, starting at 4:00 AM is pretty inconvenient.  The Weber Chefs recognized the problem and went to work.  The recipe in the book uses the same smoking temperature as mine. How can we get the internal temperature of the pork shoulder to 195 four hours sooner?  The cookbook calls for injecting the pork shoulder with a mixture of apple juice and other things.  In essence, the cooking and tenderizing is accelerated as the marinade heats up inside the roast.  I followed the steps and prepared perfect pulled pork in 10 hours.  No change in taste.  Just 4 hours less smoking time. That means I can get started at 7:30 AM.  Thanks to Weber skill and empathy, we are eating a lot more pulled pork these days.           

So way back in 1952 when George Stephens decided that he could make and sell a pretty good grill, Weber forged a commitment to provide the best possible solutions to their customers.  72 years later they are still following that business plan.  It may take a little more time and the products may be more expensive but let’s put the best stuff in the hands of our patrons. Don’t you wish that every American Company followed that business strategy?   

I know that if I am ever in need of a marker buoy, my first call will be to Weber, Inc.

One sunny day in June of 1957, Kenny Scodeller pounded on my front door.  I answered and he said.  “Get your baseball glove, you’re going to work!”  Ken was a local celebrity on Miner Street and one of the funniest people I ever met.  He was a great athlete at St. Thomas, graduating in 1956.  Now he was a starter on Western Michigan’s baseball team and had aspirations to play pro ball. 

I was in awe.  What did this superstar have in mind for his ten year old neighbor?  Ken said, “I am playing center field for the Ann Arbor Travelers and we need a batboy.  We are practicing at West Park in 15 minutes and you are going with me to start a new career.”  I grabbed my mitt and we started the three block trek to the baseball diamond at West.

The Travelers are a great Ann Arbor story.  Three Ann Arborites formed a semi professional baseball team to compete in the Michigan region of the National Baseball Congress.  Russ McCalla was the principal owner and Head Coach.  Dick Hager was part time second baseman and full time assistant coach, and John Dudley was the business manager.         

All three simply loved baseball.  They wanted to field a team of very talented players that could entertain the Ann Arbor fans two or three times a week during the summer at West Park.  And the players were very good.  There were young players like Kenny and Pete Donovich, on their way up in the baseball world.  Playing college ball or looking for an opportunity to sign a minor league contract.  There were veterans who had played at the double A and triple A level and just wanted to stay in the game a little longer.  It was a great mix of people.  Farmers, factory workers, business executives, college kids and a Doctor.  Some young, some old but all had outstanding baseball skills.  All were equal on the team and they were only interested in playing and winning baseball games.  In the fifties and sixties, the Travelers were the best baseball team in town, including the University of Michigan.

The fans responded with a loyal group of 100 to 200 people for most of the home games.

“Semi pro” is probably a bad description for the Travelers.  No one sold tickets to the home games.  We passed the hat for donations from the fans.  The team would earn prize money for finishing high in the State Tournament and for doing well in the National Tournament in Wichita Kansas if they won the State.  None of the players were actually paid but the owners covered all of the equipment expenditures and most of the travel expenses. Financially, it was a losing enterprise for the three owners.

Why the strange team name?  John Dudley came up with the name because we really had to travel to find opponents.  We played Peterson Tire in Mansfield Ohio, Sullivans Furniture in Grand Rapids. We played teams in Vermontville Michigan, Ionia Michigan, Battle Creek, Kalamazoo and Tecumseh Ontario.  We played the Jackson prison team. Obviously we only played them on their field.  Always a home game for them and they always had a loud boisterous crowd for support.   On a short trip, we played a team in Wyandotte.  They had a high school kid in left field named Willie Horton.  He hit two 400 foot home runs to beat us.

Coach McCalla explained my duties at the first practice.  He said, “You are fully in charge of the bats.”  Big responsibility for a ten year old.  Before the season started, each player selected a couple of bats that suited their swings.  Each game we set up a bat rack in front of the dugout.  We had about 25 bats.  Mostly Louisville Sluggers with a few Adirondacks.  Both bat makers would model the bats after the ones actually used by major league players.  Nellie Fox had a huge handle and a medium barrel.  Mickey Mantle had a thin handle and huge barrel. Harmon Killebrew had a 36 inch bat that weighed about eighty pounds. I carefully set them up so that the players could easily identify them when they were moving to the on deck circle.  Russ said, “Two things are very important here.  Never set the bats up with the handles crossed and never start to put the bats back in the bag before the last out of the game. Either of those two situations will guarantee that we lose the contest.  When someone hits the ball, you need to go up and retrieve the bat without getting involved in the play.  You are also in charge of foul balls.  This isn’t the majors and I can’t afford to toss out a new ball every time someone fouls one off.”  Foul ball responsibility trumped bat retrieval responsibilities.  When one went in to the stands or the weeds I had to bring it back.  Coach said that he needed to get me a uniform.  What number did I want?  I asked for 37 which was the number for my favorite center fielder, Jimmy Piersall.

In game conditions, this job required your full attention.  In fact, on the “danger scale”, being a batboy in the fifties was right up there with bull fighting and capping oil well fires.  I stationed myself just outside the on deck circle.  I needed to be sure that the on deck batter didn’t conk me when he was warming up.  I had to watch every pitch because occasionally someone would send a line drive foul ball straight at me. If it was a pop foul, the catcher or first baseman could run me through the backstop.  In addition, I had to pay close attention to the play on the field to make sure that I would not be run over or smacked by a throw to home plate when I was collecting the bat.

We had a lot of colorful players on the team.  The most passionate player was Denny Fitzgerald.  Denny played third base or catcher. He was the last University of Michigan football player to play without a face mask.  Fitz was a great role model for everyone.  Everything he did was at full throttle.  He was a letterman on Michigan’s wrestling team. He was a marine. He chased every foul ball with the same ferocity as his 99 yard Rose Bowl kickoff return. 

George Pratt was an outstanding pitcher for many years.  George had an incredible technique for dropping down a bunt.  He was always the last batter in the lineup.  As the pitcher, everyone assumed he would not swing at a few pitches in hopes of getting on base with a walk.  For the first pitch, he would stand in the batter’s box holding the bat on his shoulder with one hand.  His left hand was down at his side, nowhere near the bat.  The fielders relaxed knowing that George was going to take the first pitch.  The pitcher simply threw a strike down the middle of the plate.  With one hand, George would drop the bat and often hit the pitch with a perfect bunt.  This took incredible eye hand coordination but George could do it.  The defense was flat footed and if the ball was out of reach for the catcher, he would easily scamper to first base.    

Jim Miller was another player with a very unusual talent.  Jim was truly ambidextrous and he was a pitcher.  On some occasions, he would pitch to the right handed hitters with his right hand and the left handed hitters with his left hand.  One Saturday, we were short of pitchers.  Jim pitched a double header.  The first game he threw with his right hand and won.  The second he threw with his left hand and won.

Our nemesis in Michigan was Sullivans Furniture.  They had talent.  A couple of their guys were on the Detroit Tigers taxi squad.  Usually, the squad members were called up to play a game or two in the majors every year.  They were that good. The NBC State Tournament was a double elimination event.  Half the time we were playing Sullivans for the title. 

One year we were playing the dreaded Furniture team for the State Championship.  A trip to the National Championship in Wichita was on the line.  Sullivans had a four run lead after eight innings.  If they retired us in the top of the ninth, they were the champs.  Unbelievably, before we went to bat, I noticed that they had put their bats back in the bat bag, anticipating that the game was over.  Coach McCalla noticed this as well and said to me “We can’t lose. Just watch!”.  Exactly as the coach predicted, we rallied for six runs and shut down Sullivans in the bottom of the ninth.  “Never incur the curse of early bat bagging!”

So spring is coming to Michigan again.  I wish I could resume my batboy duties for the Travelers one more time.  The revitalized baseball diamond at West Park isn’t much different than the original field. I’m sure that there are a dozen players today as enthusiastic and talented as the group we fielded in the 50’s. What could be better than spending a spring day with twelve people who simply love to play baseball?  I might be a little slow in running down the foul balls but I could do everything else without getting hurt.  I spent a great five years with the team.  No doubt they taught me a lot about baseball that few ten year olds would ever learn.  More importantly, they showed me that following your passion is one of the best things you can do in life.