How to get 'comments'...bribe 'em with golf putters, of course!

I just read my daughter Gena's blog. She's changing her 'address' so her name is not part of the blog name. Good move...I guess. I'm not very technically literate, and I'm too trusting to really understand why that's a good idea, but maybe it has to do with fears of 'identity theft', or a fear of weird guys stalking little children (I can understand that...big time!).

Gena said something funny on her blog tonight...it had to do with her trying to squeeze comments from people who read her blog.....good luck with that one, Gena. Most people like their anonymity, I guess. Part of the fun in blogging, at least for me, is having someone leave a comment. I want to try to 'draw out' some visitors who read my blog but never let me know they've been here. That's kind of like going to a friend's wedding and not signing the guest book....and then slipping out of the church building before the ceremony is over. Right?

I have always wished more people would let me know they've read my blog. That makes it more fun for me, too. I comment a lot on others' blogs, and enjoy doing so. Some people don't want to comment, however, and I understand that...I guess. Stay with me here. I've got an idea!

I'm going to try something FUN! For those of you who don't read blogs without pictures, you can sign off now. This won't have pictures--at least today. Don't get me wrong -- when I was young I wouldn't read things either, if there were no pictures on the pages. Now that my maturity has reached such an advanced level (major grin here), I'm deliberately weeding out the intellectually-challenged readers who rely on visual stimulation along with their printed pages. Such 'mentally dwarfed individuals' will drop out along here somewhere, I'm guessing.

I'm going to save all my 'comments', where people actually identify themselves as having visited my blog. Toward the end of the year, I am going to type out all the names and put them in a container and have a little child stir the names up (Raegan, maybe?), and pull out a few names. The owners of those names will receive a gift! A custom-personalized golf putter. The retail value of the putters will be substantially over $100. I'll share with you the retail value of the clubs later this year, in another blog.

One day soon, I will have the time to post a picture of one of the golf putters on my blog, so you can see it. I will custom-personalize that golf putter with the name of the recipient in block letters or something more cursive, such as Zaph Chancery font, or, should the recipient want me to do so, I will use his/her actual signature and custom-personalize the club with his/her signature!

I make these clubs in a proprietary process that I developed back about 1989. The club head is made of stainless steel, and will be fitted to the recipients' wishes as to length.

A length of 35" is standard for putters. The putters will have a genuine black leather, fur-lined putter cover, with a velcro strap. The personalized area on the club looks like black glass, with the gold lettering appearing to be floating in the cavity of the club, within the 'black glass.' The material is invulnerable to sunlight, and will never pull away from the putter head. It will not fade. It is simply gorgeous! The club is not just a 'pretty face', however. It is a functional club, and has been used by many customers since the late '80's It comes in a right hand model only, at this time.

These clubs are soon to be re-introduced in the U.S. market after a 7 year absence. We produced these clubs for 11 years, and sold them to companies all over the U.S.--companies like Coca Cola, ESPN, AC Delco (a division of GM), American Airlines, all the major oil companies, and so on. Every country western star you are likely familiar with has one of our golf putters -- given to them by Bob Woods, an OKC man who worked with and recorded some of these people -- Vince, Reba, Garth, Roy Clark, George Strait, and lots of others.

These are beautiful clubs, and you can't get them anywhere else! We designed the club heads, and they carry our logo. Our former logo was 'BackNine', and we dropped that after 11 years. Our new logo is 'OneStroke', and we've trademarked that name. You won't ever see our clubs in stores. We haven't and won't -- advertise them. We sell directly to companies, primarily, and they use our clubs as gifts for their best customers-- people who spend a lot of money with them.

We do sell to individuals as well, but the vast majority of our clubs were sold to large companies. We think our internet sales will also, over time, bring in buyers who want that special, unique (redundant?) gift item that can be custom-personalized with a name and a message, and given for birthday, retirement, job advancement, or any of a dozen other reasons. Wait till you see the pics of our clubs on my blog next week. The club will knock your socks off! We sold many, many thousands of them until 7 years ago when we could no longer obtain club heads in the United States. Our U.S. foundries couldn't seem to make metal heads without at least 30% of them having serious flaws. So, with the help of a well-connected friend, we are having them made overseas now. Our first shipment came in two weeks ago. We're having a web site developed and are getting the last few things put together so we can start producing them again. I will get the site up and running and then Paula will take it over -- at least until I retire someday from Premiere Roofing and join her.

This will be a fun experiment. I may or may not draw out the heretofore 'anonymous' visitors to my blog. There's no harm in trying, is there? There's no cost involve, so there's nothing illegal about this. There's no gambling involved (we couldn't have that, could we, Joetta?...a little private family joke here) :)

So, now that we have long ago weeded out the bloggers who have to have 'picture-pages,' you tough, stalwart bloggers who stay with me and identify yourselves when you visit my site, will have a better chance of winning a beautiful golf club for yourself or your significant other! As my Mom would have said: "How 'bout THEM apples?"