Hi Bill,
Thanks for the feedback.
I've never heard of Captain's (except from the fact that you've worked there after Service) and assumed it was an Optical shop like others with one exception; The luck to have a skilled repair guy like you as an employee.
The wet dream of every Optics owner
Being in that position it gives that shop a big advantage above other identical shops which would/should reflect on sales in a positive way.
Seeing it in that perspective, the figure you mentioned didn't strike me as unrealistic at all. I just wanted to make sure I understood you right.
Jan
Hi Jan,
Thank you for the kind words.
The people who really did well from the 1897 Alaska Gold Rush was NOT the people who toiled and froze trying to get rich. They were the people smart enough to stay warm in Seattle and cater to the wants and needs of those other greedy fools. One of those was Max Kuner who, in that year, started Max Kuner Nautical Opticians (later Shrock, Compass Adjuster, later still, Captain’s Nautical Supplies) who provided compasses, sextants, telescopes, charts, and wheelhouse tools to the seafarer.
Not only was Seattle the jumping of point for the gold rush, a port for the international trade on the US west coast, but also a major supplier for the newly built Navy Yard Puget Sound—today’s Puget Sound Naval Shipyard.
The Navy lured me 2,500 miles from Atlanta to help them catch up on their optical repair backlog. Then when the work was caught up, I became an expensive liability and needed to go. Somebody remembered I was hired during President Reagan’s “hiring freeze” and, Bingo, they had their excuse. I was in my late 20s, had drained my bank account to get there, was 2,500 miles from familial support, and in a “world of hurt.” For the next 5 years I just did what I had to do to keep food on the table. Optics jobs were scarce to non-existent in the region.
As being recognized as a good thing to an “optics shop” owner? Well, that didn’t happen. I had to create that optics shop. I was hired by the owner’s son. The owner was a former ship’s master and a compass “adjuster” who had taught the craft to officers at the New York Navy Yard during WWII. The Max Kuner Company became “Shrock, Compass Adjuster.” He had no vision of what optics could be in the Seattle Area. And although hired by his son, I had to fight the old guy tooth and nail to do what I did for his company.
Getting his first government contract for repair work, taking in repair work from “professional” repair shops from all over the country, getting restoration work from the Smithsonian, designing the Baywatch Telescope, giving him 50 years of history on a platter, and taking optics to such a large part of the business was largely unnoticed by him. Had my immediate boss (his son) not prevailed, I’m sure he would have kicked me out and he looked for everything he could to needle me about. When I was given the responsibility of Director of Advertising and Marketing he would come around and grouse about how I was spending too much—the next year not enough. So I gave myself a little break and gathered the hard data. In the course of a year I missed HIS budget by a whopping ... $9.54! He shut up but still didn’t like me. I was too aggressive and he obviously didn’t notice the contributions I was making to keep his company alive.
I might have been a “wet dream” to his son but the older gentleman didn’t give a whit about optics, regardless of the bills he was paying because of them. Like the Beatles, it took me some time to become an “overnight success.” :cat: