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Dear
Aircraf' Shopper,
Growin' up as ah did, in the
mountains of Wess ole Virginny, ah was surroun'ed by varmints who
had li'l in th' way of earthly wealth. Howevah, menny were rich in
spirit an' chareecker. Their net wo'th expressed itse'f in
old-fashioned wo'ds, sech as integrity an' hono', rather than
tradishunal numbers. They believed thet yer wo'd was a corntrack
mo'e bindin' than enny on paper, an' they slepp th' sleep of th'
jest in unlocked homes.
In th' years thet haf passed on
account o' then, so much in th' wo'ld has changed, cuss it all t'
tarnation. Th' speed at which we live seems t'increase daily. Our
front po'ches haf disappeared an' most of us doesn't knows our
neighbo's. Cyber scams, virtual TV an' talk shows make us feel thet
we've somehow been transpo'ted
t't'other
planet while sleepin'. Our faif in th' innate fineness of hoomin
bein's has diminished o' disappeared, cuss it all t' tarnation.
All of this hyar has affecked us, an' one result is thet
th' business of doin' business is much mo'e difficult. It's hard
t'knows whut to trest an' in whom yo' kin believe. Th' larger an'
th' mo'e impo'tant th' transackshun, th' higher th' stress it seems
t'junerate.
It is mah cornvickshun thet in today's wo'ld,
th' values of yessuhterday are vital, ah reckon. ah have see nothin'
in mah life, no' in th' 40 years in which I've been in aviashun,
t'convince me thet bein' dishoness o' untrestwo'thy is a fine idea.
I've had no experience thet cuzd me t'reckon thet bein' untruthful
t'cestomers is a great foun'ashun on which t'build a business.
Thar
is neifer sale no' enny business transackshun impo'tant inough t'cuz
me t'aban'on the lessons of thet time so long ago.
Eff'n
yer interested in buyin' an airplane, sellin' an airplane, o'
findin' someone t'he'p yo' sell yer airplane, please gimme a call,
ah reckon. ah promise t'do mah mighty bess fo' yo'.
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