
Awhile back a reader posted a couple of comments about me being just a
  'salesman'. He or she noted there is nothing wrong about being a  
salesman, but that reader thought my 'job' is pretty much like being a sales clerk in a store. No
  more, no less.  Later in response to another comment on another blog I
  posted a pic of a snappily dressed salesman with the notation 'not Gary Thomas'  as if to 
disprove that I am a salesman.
A few years ago a couple I sold a house to invited me to dinner at the Cafe 
Marquesa during Fantasy Fest.
  I decided to wear some old beads I had stored in a box. While I was  
looking in the box I found a wallet with school photos from 1957 through  
1959. Included in the wallet was my identification card as an OFFICIAL  
MEMBER of the JUNIOR SALES CLUB OF AMERICA. And that card brought back a
  wave of memories and internal ruminations about how I got to Key West 
 and where I am in my life.  It started with SUPERMAN.


Most 
pre-teen
  boys are concerned about three things: candy, things to amuse  
themselves with, and not getting beat up.  (At least those were the  
things that motivated me.)  I lived in Denver from birth until I moved  
to Key West in 1993. In the mid 1950s I would ride the Continental  
Trailways bus from Denver to Sterling Colorado to spend a week with my  
three second cousins - all girls my age and younger. I would always take
  a comic book to read on the bus ride, and it would always be a 
SUPERMAN  comic. I was 11 years old in 1958 when I took my yearly trip 
to  Sterling. There was a page that lured me into becoming a 'salesman' 
for  the Junior Sales Club of America. (A click of GOOGLE helped me find
 the  ad that helped make me the 'salesman' I am today. See the ad 
below. 
CLICK HERE to see a larger view of the ad.

As
  soon as I returned from Sterling I cut out the coupon and mailed it to
  Springfield 1, Mass. A few weeks later I got my OFFICIAL MEMBER  
identification card and a sample box of 'all occasion' cards which I  
promptly hawked from door to door in my neighborhood. I earnestly plead 
 to my neighbors the efficacy of buying a box of all occasion cards because you  
never know when someone would have a birthday, get married, have a baby, be ill, or sadly die. You just need a box of cards for all occasions. 
 It worked. I 
pre-sold
  the required number of boxes.  At $1.25 a box of cards was a 'deal' except back then  
$1.25 was more than a lot of people made for an hour's work. My mother sent the money to  
headquarters. A couple  
of weeks later headquarters shipped the cards to me and I promptly delivered the all occasion cards to my awaiting  
customers.
In the early fall of 1959 headquarters sent 
me a  sample box of Christmas cards together with a list of prizes I could earn. 
The  Kodak movie camera pictured at the top left hand corner of the above ad 
caught  my eye. I sold the required number of boxes in  no time. The prize was mine.  I started shooting movies as soon as my 8 mm Kodak movie camera arrived. A year later I got a projector 
for  Christmas so I could finally see the movies I shot. I 
decided I was going to be a cinema photographer and end up in Hollywood.
When
 I  delivered the Christmas cards a neighbor lady up the next block told
 me  that I had been knocking on her door ever since I was a little kid. She said I was always selling something. She said the first time I went to her house I
  was really small and had a wagon filled with canned goods out of my  
mother's kitchen. 
OMG! I guess the reader who said I am nothing but a 'salesman' was right!

There
  was another ad in the SUPERMAN comic which I also mailed. It was to  
Charles Atlas who was going to change me from a 75 pound wimp into a  
muscleman.  I sent the coupon but never got the necessary information. I was  
destined to be a 
wimp for life. They must have known I lied about my age to get the info.

SUPERMAN
  has been the idol of boys who admire strength for  
generations. He was morally straight and fought the bad guys. And he  
always won. As I look back on it years later, 
SUPERMAN's  strength and power was partially what motivated me  to become an  
attorney. I grew up in a the western suburbs of Denver just after World War II. Our schools were always top rated in the State of Colorado. Plus America was on the move upward in the 1950s. At least where I lived everybody was moving up in life.
 In my early teen years I really did envision going to California to become a cinema   
photographer. I wanted to attend the Brooks Institute of Photography in San Diego. But things changed as I watched events unfold during the years of the Kennedy administration. There was a lot of racial unrest and political strife. A lot of people hated Kennedy. I remember hearing anti-Catholic rants; Anti-Irish rants; Anti-Joseph Kennedy wealth insults; Anti-civil rights comments such as 'give them an inch and they'll take a mile' or 'who do you trust less a Mexican or a n***er'.  Most of the negativity stopped after President Kennedy was assassinated. I felt a tremendous sense loss after he died. I decided to drop the idea of being a cinema photographer and announced that I would become a lawyer instead. I figured I could be a lawyer which would give me entree into politics. Hopefully one day I would get elected to public office where I could change things. 
In 1964 I was seventeen years old and got involved in the campaign of three Democrats who were running for the position of county judge in Jefferson County Colorado.  The county seat is Golden, Colorado - the place where Coors Beer is brewed.  Frank Jamison and Dan Shannon got elected to the bench.  The other candidate lost to the Republican candidate. Judge Jamison took me under his wing and provided the role model
 I  needed after my dad died the week before I graduated from high 
school.   I put myself through college and law school. Judge Jamison 
helped me  get summer jobs during college.  I eventually clerked for 
him while I  attended law school.  As a lawyer and as a man, I looked to
 him for  advice and counsel when it sometimes seemed the world was not a
 nice  place. And he was there. Always. It was Judge Frank  Jamison that
 became  my mentor, my SUPERMAN.
I was an attorney in a five man suburban Denver law firm. Later I did commercial loan workouts for two Denver banks. I worked in the Resolution Trust Corporation from 1990 until December 1993.  I worked on multi-million dollar assets some of which were extremely complex in nature. I found being a lawyer very stressful. Working for the banks had a different stress level because of the way banks function. I had more personal satisfaction working at the RTC than I did in law or banking. I  only quit that job to move to Key West after I purchased a guest 
house  here.
I operated the guest house for almost two 
years. I made the decision to sell it at a time I was having 
personal  relationship issues. I made a bunch of money and invested it. 
 Then I  decided I needed a job to keep myself busy.  I got a real 
estate  license.
Selling real estate in Key West is not
 a part time job.  The people who make good money do their job every 
day. They are listing new properties, showing properties, attending home inspections, handling customer issues, and maybe even writing blogs. Helping people achieve their dreams is very rewarding. 
The
 little kid who mailed the coupons  in the SUPERMAN comic (one to sell 
cards and the other to get muscles  to avoid getting beat-up) became the
 man who would become a lawyer to  help others not get beat-up in the 
court room and the guy at the bank  (and later the government) who had 
the job of recovering money from  people or businesses that would not 
pay it back.  The little kid is  still inside the old guy writing this 
blog. My mission now is not to get  the bad guys: it is to get the good 
buys.
And that, Dear Reader, is how SUPERMAN got me to Key West where I became a SALESMAN.
