Sunday, January 19, 2014

ON THE PICKET LINE at Camelback Consign & Design (1/18/14)


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From: Anglen, Robert  
Date: Sun, Sep 28, 2014 at 9:40 AM
Subject: Story on camelback consign
To: Glenn Michaels

Story is in today's paper. Your blog is mentioned prominently in the story. Thanks for all of your help. Here is a link:

My First Time: A Report

Blog Post Theme Song: Like a Virgin

Updated: 3/31/14

For more details, see the blog posts listed at the bottom of this page. 

Yesterday, from about 9:30 AM to 12:30 PM, I picketed in front of Camelback Consign & Design. I wore a grey suit coat, black shirt, red and gray patterned tie, nicely pressed gray pants and black walking shoes. Oh, and I wore a very tall "Uncle Sam" type top hat, too.

At my request, Norma had Techniprint generate a 24" x 36" banner, which I carried pasted to a nice large canvas stretcher on a white paper background. I had reinforced the back of the stretcher and painted it white, to ensure it looked as clean and professional as possible. To the top of the stretcher I attached a nice old wood finial, for decorative effect.

I built a simple attachment that allowed me to insert a six foot high handle (actually made from multiple pieces of white curtain rod) that revolved in the breeze, reducing wind resistance.

Although one of the owner's sons made a respectable effort to intimidate me - in the process "inadvertently" adjuring his mother using one of the uglier epithets in the English language - I said nothing and simply walked back and forth, holding my banner high.

Happily, I stood in broad daylight on a major thoroughfare where he and I could easily be seen by passers-by. Who knows, perhaps the owner of Camelback Consign and Design will be induced to finally pay me and or return my missing items.

The owner of Camelback Consign and Design eventually appeared and seemed incensed. He told me that he planned to distribute leaflets in my neighborhood that would reflect our household's "paranoid" pattern of calls to the police department. Apparently, he either has the wrong Glenn Michaels or he just doesn't know much about my gentrifying central city neighborhood, where burglary attempts are frequent and have been for years. (By the way, the number of fun and hip new restaurants is growing apace. Check it out!)

I return to the picket line later today, from 11 AM to about 3 PM. And, by the way, it takes some stamina to hold a signboard up, even on a delightfully refreshing and sunny day, when it is somewhat gusty.

Some vehicles honked as they drove by. One truck driver pumped his fist in encouragement.

While I was thee, no one exited the store with goods, either. That included the driver of a polished looking Bentley convertible with a Saskatchewan license plate.

Why did I resort to this tactic? Having alerted the BBB, the IRS and the Arizona Attorney General's office, I think the time has come to alert the public.  

My argument.

For all of the juicy details the BBB has to offer, use this link.

Mike Burns wasn't born yesterday. He wasn't born on the Fourth of July, either. NOPE. Mike Burns was born on 9/11 in 1952. 
He was destined. 
Don't forget to tip a hat to Ms. Indispensable, Vera Manuz, either. Where would Mike be without her?

I don't know if the truth will set you free. But fuss loud enough with a big 'nough bunch a friends and I swear folks 'll do near anything to get you to shut up. Fast as they can. 

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