Category: Spall

Show to Grow

Show to Grow

By Emerson Schwartzkopf

When economic times look bad – and, right now, it’s sliding into ugliness – travel isn’t the first thing on the list with your business … unless you’re planning to skip town with a bag full of loot and a one-way ticket to Obscurityville.

You’re Selling What?

You’re Selling What?

By Emerson Schwartzkopf

“So this guy walks into a fabrication shop, see, and says, ‘I want a countertop!’ So we ask him where it goes and what kind of stone and what edge and what kind of sink and … well, he couldn’t take it! He ends up going to (your favorite whipping boy here) and the next thing I hear, he’s swearing up and down that it’s crap! Ha! Serves him right!”

A Clean Start

A Clean Start

By Emerson Schwartzkopf

   In late 2003 – somewhere in those times where you hid the phone under a wastebasket to avoid new customers – I noticed that a fabricator in one of our articles talked about planning for the slowdown in the market. Should that stay in, I thought, and make the guy look dopey?

Other Voices, Other Places

Other Voices, Other Places

By Emerson Schwartzkopf

   Leave it to our federal government this month to finally say we’re in a recession – and that we’ve been in one for a year. Maybe some officials finally did some research beyond numbers and reports, such as driving around a random selection of strip malls anywhere in the country.

Taking Stock

Taking Stock

By Emerson Schwartzkopf

   Even if I shut off the TV, quit reading the Business section of the newspaper, and shy away from anything smacking of finance on the ‘Net, I can’t get away from today’s outta-control economy. It’s in full evidence right across the street.

Chain of Confusion

Chain of Confusion

By Emerson Schwartzkopf

   In the past few months, it’s not hard to think … no, worry … no, reach for the bottle, whether it’s aspirin or a tastier painkiller, when it comes to the state of the stone trade today. There’s the economy, the deadly last lunges of collapsing cut-rate competitors, foreign exchange rates that spin as fast as the price register at the gas pump and, well, The New York Times.