Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Please, help me vote!

Around July 25, we received the ballots for the Park City council primary vote that is slated for August 13.

There are 3 seats to be filled, with 2 incumbents and 7 candidates vying for the positions. Problem is, except for the 2 ladies that are running again, we have no idea who these candidates are, and for the 7 of them, what their platform is.

In order to understand whom we should vote for, we had to do some extensive research. Yesterday, I tried my luck with “Messenger”, the Facebook’s instant message program; even though I’m no longer on Facebook, I still use that tool occasionally, but none of the 7 candidate responded to my query.

Since I’m not one to give up easily, I had to dig out of the City’s archives in order to find the candidates registering documents, to obtain their email address. I have shot my questions to them, we’ll see who responds. Those who fail to answer won’t be considered at all.

That might sound harsh, but who said that democracy was an easy endeavor?

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Pop psychology and me

I’ve always liked pop psychology, or at least, I used to be a sucker for most of it. The most popular theories generally make sense and could work, but for me to understand and embrace them, they must be infinitely simple.

In most cases, most of the programs are poorly explained, very convoluted and involves too many hoops to jump through. I do agree that my thoughts are of extreme importance, have huge consequences upon my life and that my personal outlook is my rudder.

I also agree that it’s essential to remain forward-oriented and to actively mapping out the future rather than repeating the past. In summary, I like formulas that are simple, easy to understand and can be seamlessly implemented into my life.

Probably a subject worth clarifying in some upcoming blogs...

Monday, July 29, 2019

One year sans Tour de France

As Egan Bernal won the Tour yesterday on the Champs Elysee, this will have been the first time in many years that we haven’t watched one single day of that epic event that galvanizes people all over the world.
While we watched some of the women world cup soccer games, the Tour de France failed to glue us to our TV screen, even for replays.

We heard about each stage on the radio morning news, but that was it. Put this perhaps on the fact that the sport has been blemished by doping or also that we are not into watching sports, but that’s the reality and we don’t feel either good or bad about our lack of supportive interest.

Maybe next year?

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Forever thriving on challenge

As we advance in life we continue to be confronted to problems that beg to be resolved.

Either we take them as an overwhelming, unwanted burden, or we’re eager to meet them and solve them with all the energy and creative we still can muster. We could say that problems are fuel to an active and passionate life.

We don’t get trampled by problems, instead we use them as a trampoline in an attempt to soar even higher. What a change of perspective this can bring to lives often filled with suffering and complications!

With all the trick life has up its sleeves, we’re never doomed or down, but are always challenged and that keeps us alive till we run out of time!

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Gloom happens

In life there’s depression as well as elation and if riding the later is easy, it’s never fun to be in a state of funk.

When this happens, it’s time to regroup and take stock of all the good things that are happening in our lives and not let a tough series of bad moment spoil the whole picture.

Sure, that’s easier said than done, but with some good and long-time practice, it can be done quite easily. You just have to make it happen.

So, don’t let fun seep into you, respond by plugging the holes with all the good things that are part of your life, and if those amount to just a tad over fifty-percent, you’re in great shape; just smile!

Friday, July 26, 2019

To everything there’s a season

If you’re a skier, have you ever tried, a) To take out your ski boot liner with orthotics inside from the shell? And b) Put your liner with orthotic insole back into that same shell?

Chances are you’ve done that in winter, around the ski season, when your boots were just at room temperature. If like me, you’re using a pretty stiff shell, chances is are, it’s an almost impossible task to perform without breaking something, like the molded orthotic insole, your fingers or your wrist.

Of course, I’m not even talking about making mistakes like putting the right liner in the left shell or the left insole in the right liner, I assume we all know our stuff.

Now, if you that job in July when it’s hot, or very hot out, this ordeal becomes a breeze as long as you don’t let the plastic melt (just kidding!) Everything is flexible, easy and all parts glide inside each other as if it were a marriage made in heaven.

If you happen to clean you ski boot shells and throw your smelly liners and insoles inside your washing machine – as you ought to do every so often, if you insist on making “clean” turns, do it in July. Not in November or in April!

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Let’s blame the baby boomers!

As our planet climate seems to be going to the dogs and our national debt is ballooning to levels so high we seem no longer able to relate to, the obvious question is who got us into that mess and one easy answer, at least for younger generation would be “The baby boomers, of course!”

It’s true that in the late 60s and early 70s, that same group of people had decided to embark upon a crusade to changing the world and that resolve quickly dissolved into building up their personal comfort and securing their short-term future and forgetting about all the noble ideas that once went through their ebullient minds.

Well they didn’t invent the tools of capitalism, it just was there, at their disposal and since they felt good into their hands they used them to further and ease their lives. Sure, they could be accused of “friending” a bad system that they once denounced, but money, careers, houses, kids to raise and retirement to shore up, convinced them that an easy path forward was totally excusable if not acceptable.

They didn’t like make hard sacrifices then, as none of the Gen Xers or Millennials would like to today. In fact, volunteer sacrifice is hardly ever a natural response and for sacrifices to come into effect they must be imposed.

This say, most baby boomers had a life far less comfy than the generations that followed them and, for the younger ones, any sacrifice will feel drastically more painful than they would have felt to their elders.

They’re probably right, but in many more ways than one, we were more bystanders and instruments of the system than nefarious actors and for that, we’ ought to be partly forgiven!

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Two-wheel safety concerns…

Last year, I fell from my road bike, hurt my right shoulder and broke four ribs. I had broken three other ribs before, while skiing, but that was in 2004, and that last time, instead of taking me six week to be back on my skis, I had to wait five full months to feel totally healed.

This accident threw ice water on my love for biking and, as a result I rode sparsely last year, so much so that I had not even sat on my bikes this year and it took my grandson visiting me this past weekend, along with his brand new road bike, to get me back in the saddle. I must report that all went well and after on two occasions with him no rib was broken or even bruised!

Today, I ran into that picture a Swiss friend just sent to me, that suggested a much safer way to ride a two-wheeler. I have to try this setup before summer is over. Can anyone spare a pair of used Vespa tires?

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Out of Look Sports, 1982 (continued)…

When 1982 began, my wife was expecting a baby for March or April. Look had left New York and was settling into its new Essex-Junction home, up in Vermont, within a brand-new Nordica distribution facility. The successful Italian boot company had just left RNC, a company jointly owned by Rossignol and Nordica to be on its own. My job was to work the marketing and sales transition for the first four months of 1982.

I was commuting every week from my home in New York, all the way to Vermont and staying at the South Burlington Ramada Inn. I was working with Rief, then Nordica’s marketing manager and with its sales managers, Petrich in the East, and Brammer in the West. The latter was a nice fellow from Provo, Utah, while Rief was more temperamental and difficult to work with. Petrich war harder to read and not necessarily welcoming.

Immediately, I began to look for a job and had a pretty positive interview with Volvo, in New Jersey, that was then also distributing Koflach boots. The job definition wasn’t quite clear and the money not so good, so I decided to seat on it.

A few weeks later, when I flew to the international Ispo trade show in Munich in late February, I happened to be in the same flight as Lumet, the new president of Lange USA. He invited me to the section of the plane where he was sitting with DeLotto, his CFO.

They asked what I was up to and offered me a job on the spot. They were looking for a director of marketing to support their sales efforts under the direction of Colley. We talked over salary, benefits and other details, and I agreed to start on June 1, after spending a quiet month with my family.
Going to work with a direct competitor wasn’t necessarily the liking of Garland, the new Nordica president, but every one ended up putting a good face to it. At the Las Vegas show, we had a press conference to show off our new Integral boot-binding system and Garland was not to happy to have me there.

What’s notable is that the Frenchman Thierry Convert who had replaced me in Nevers, accepted to take the spot I had vacated in Essex Junction! A few weeks later, our daughter Charlotte was born on a snowy April day, and after a few more weeks of presence in Burlington, I pocketed my end of contract bonus, got a big, nice trophy from Nordica, and said “adieu” to Look.

A bittersweet farewell, because while I had learned a lot at this “University of Hard Knocks” it had been done at a huge and lasting personal cost.

Monday, July 22, 2019

For ski nostalgic ?

Most older American skiers may remember Stein Eriksen who passed in 2015, at age 88. Today, his house, styled after a mixture of Austrian and Scandinavian mountain design is available for sale at $6.8 million.

Offering 7,838 square foot of living space and including five bedrooms, this transplanted old-world architecture, renovated in 1997, stands in stark contrast with what’s currently available in Park City within that price range.

Nowaday’s, the expensive homes available for sale in that price range, have looks that are ultra-modern, cubic and glass-covered.
It’ll be interesting to see which person might be charmed by this piece of nostalgia, unless of course, there’s a special buyer who insists on living inside the former home of a legendary ski champion.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

“Go back to your country!”

Trump’s new mantra is not something totally new to people like me who have kept their native accent.

I have heard it a few times directed to me, during the 42 years I’ve been in America and the last three decades since I’ve been American.

Now, next time someone asks me “Where are you from?” I’ll preface my answer by telling the following story:

“As a kid, I heard about this huge country that had been taken away from the natives after most of them were exterminated and the few surviving ones parked in some isolated spots, while a huge human labor pool imported from Africa worked there for nothing, for many, many years.

Back then, I was totally ignorant of that historic reality. This said, life in America seemed so easy and comfy that I decided to move to that country. That’s how I ended up in America. I presume [depending on my personal assessment of the interrogator] you – your parents – your ancestors, did exactly the same, right? 

So please, now that you’ve heard my story, don’t tell me that I have to go back to France, my country of origin!”

Saturday, July 20, 2019

America’s true religion

From “In God We Trust” as it is appears on our currency to what Marx once said was “the Opium of the People” there’s also a new addictive drug that links everything together and becomes America’s new core religion based on the country’s dependence on consumerism and credit.

Holidays used to be patriotic or religious. Today the most popular ones are Black Friday, Black or Cyber Monday and Prime Day, Amazon’s latest invention.

This past week, Amazon Prime Day broke new records as shoppers purchased 175 million items between Monday and Tuesday, making it the largest shopping event in the company's history. Amazon said that customers purchased more products on Prime Day than the 2018 Black Friday and Cyber Monday combined.

 America has found more religion than ever before in “shopping till it drops” as we like to say. As for us, we contributed our share to that mass buying mania. The deals were too good to ignore!

Friday, July 19, 2019

Look Sports 1981… (continued)

Harrington had convinced Cattin, the new acting managing director at Look to purchase our representatives company cars.

He decided to on VW Passat Diesel wagons. To showcase the new fleet of vehicles, it had been decided that the Eastern and Midwestern reps would drive their new cars to Sugarbush, Vermont, where our January sales meeting was held.

This happened during a severe cold spell, with temperatures at about minus forty degrees. Only one or two cars made it. All the rest got stuck on their way as the diesel fuel clogged the injectors. Eventually these reps showed up when they understood that they should add at least ten percent of kerosene into their full tank.

This was a bad omen to begin the year. We did the best we could to motivate the sales force even though Pike was quitting and replaced by Doe who didn’t bring much to the table either. At that point the rumors of a Nordica-Look Integral system were out and everyone was concerned that Nordica might eventually end up distributing the bindings too, leaving everyone out in the cold.

In the spring, Kelly, our president, got fired as president and a new excentric recruit came to replace him, in the person of Sinclair, the new factory manager that would assemble Look 27 bindings on the opposite bank of the Hudson River. Sinclair, was old, politically-minded and malevolent and started immediately by throwing his weight into our sales and marketing division instead of getting his factory geared up for production, as if he obviously wanted the president’s job too!

By summer Look was now in the process of separating from Beconta and preparing its move north to Vermont. A new guy, Mamez, had been hired in France to replace Deschamps and had cosmetically revamped the binding line to make a bit more attractive. By that time, Look was on its knees and financially bankrupt, so it made the separation with Beconta even more difficult to settle to Look’s advantage.

I was invited to follow and join in the new Nordica organization (the ski boot maker was divorcing Rossignol too, to get out on its own) but after spending one week vacation with my family, we concluded that I would stay in New York instead. As I announced that I would stay behind, I negotiated a transition that would keep me with Look through April 1982.

The end of my Look career was now in sight. I had a chance to meet the sales and marketing of Nordica, close and personal, during Ski Industry week that took place in December, in Vail, Colorado. I didn’t enjoy that team at all and I was confirmed in my decision to pursue something else.

This was the beginning of the end of an era... (conclusion to follow)

Thursday, July 18, 2019

The enigmatic Trump supporters

Yesterday, during our morning walk, we ran into a neighbor and started lamenting about Donald Trump. As we were talking she said: “I don’t understand why some very intelligent people I know still support Trump?” She meant that not all of Trump supporters are stupid, which is absolutely true.

Unfortunately she said said that while the garbage truck was ready to empty her can and we had to move out of the way in a hurry. Had this not happened I would have answered her question based of what I had written on this blog one year ago.

In fact, the reason why the Republican member of Congress overwhelmingly support trump and are its loyal enabler is because they are profoundly mean. Yes, mean as evil.

The dominant traits of the GOP members and the rest of the Trump supporters are in part, or in totality, egoistical, racists, xenophobes, antisemitic, misogynistic, anti-LGBT, supremacists, dogmatic, and much, much more.

In fact, it seems to me that Trump is a potent enabler for all the evil and the sin that we all carry in us, no matter how minute that amount of malevolence is. It also appears that Trump is quite deft at turning these individuals with weather-vane-like moral compass into real monsters.

Of course that bring me to the rest of the Don supporters, the gullible, whose support is often fanned by religious fanaticism, but their ranks significantly pale in comparison to the really mean folks.

The latter are the stalwarts to Trump’s base.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Proper timing for smart watering

In Utah, irrigation is a must whether you want a green lawn (a pretty dumb idea, between you and me), living plants or a productive vegetable garden.

While we have a “token” lawn and quite a few perennial flowers, all of our irrigation efforts are focused on our veggie garden that supplies us delicious greens.

Up until this season, we used to water our plants after sunset. In the spring, I explained this to the guy who came to reactivate our irrigation system, and he said that this was a bad idea, and that I should water them in the early morning instead, while the temperature is still cool.
According to him, this helps the water penetrate deeper into the soil and reach the roots of the plants without too much water lost to evaporation. Watering in the early morning also supplies enough water to the plants so they can comfortably make it through the day and in particular, helps them to deal better with the heat of the sun.

As we’ve just passed mid-July, this new regimen seems to work well. This, of course, runs contrary to the gardening myth that watering in the morning could make the plants susceptible to scorch, which evidently isn’t true.

To start with, most areas of the planet don’t get intense enough sun for water droplets to scorch plants. Then, even if you’d live in an area where the sun were very intense, water droplets would be long evaporated under the heat before they could focus the sunlight.

If you’re still watering in the evening, try it in the morning!

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Look Sports 1980...

Early in the year, we had our national sales meeting at Park City. This was my very first time in what would become my real hometown. We stayed at the brand new Racquet Club Condos and couldn’t ski because there was no snow. Deschamps, Look’s marketing director came from France for the occasion, and I believe that Blime was on his way out.

Pike, our western sales manager, had brought us a motivational speaker he had used when at Xerox and we thought we were ready for big times! We had introduced our ski brake, to respond to Salomon’s as well as our new Look 37, a pretty homely looking binding.

When I returned home, we moved from our White Plains apartment into a single family home in nearby Hawthorne. At the 1980 Las Vegas ski show, a new guy showed up by the name of Kelly and was introduced to me as being the newly hired President, Look was looking for.
Coming from Thermos, Kelly was as clueless as the rest and focused first on getting a bright yellow Mazda RX7 as a company car and purchasing a large house in Chappaqua, NY. Later in May, my parents came to visit us from France and we had a good time together.

In the summer Kelly came on board as the new president and from the get go, did as badly as Ed Paul, his predecessor. Either the place was cursed, or Blime or Cattin were woefully incapable of hiring the right people.

Sales kept on struggling as Salomon products were advancing by leaps and bounds and the company was working on its ski boot project. Look, for its part, had decided to establish a factory in the US in order to build our new economy binding, the Look 27.

Simultaneously, Look was also approaching Nordica with a project of intergrated boot-binding system. All this made Kip Pitou, Beconta’s sales manager, say: “If you’d put a tent on top of Look Sports, you could sell tickets...” Nice way to compliment your tenant!

The good news concluding the year was our moving into a beautiful home we had just purchased in Chappaqua. Yeah, like just like Kelly!

Monday, July 15, 2019

Look Sports 1979…

The year 1979 came and went without any major changes in the nature of Look business, except that our sales did go south instead of north, and that Harrington and Pike were blaming Look, the parent company, and Beconta, the company providing us the logistics, for their lackluster sales results.

Some major remodeling in our office separated us a bit more from our landlord Beconta, but the relationship got tenser. Things weren’t going too well either for the sporting goods distributor; they lost Puma and decided to build a factory in Vermont to assemble the Dolomite ski boots sold in North America.

Some staff was added to our larger office, but failed to make a positive impact on the overall outcome either. Harrington and I were tolerating each other, while presumably Look France was watching whom of the two would survive, while it still was interviewing candidates for that elusive president job.
In the meantime, the rudderless organization wasn’t moving forward as it should have. That wasn’t the case for Salomon that had just introduced its new 727 binding, as it was now able to use Look’s expired patent on upper boot radius interface.

On the job side, the sole good news was that I inherited Blime’s automobile, a.k.a. the “Turtle Car”!

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Look Sports 1978…

The year 1978 began with a joint sales meeting with Beconta in Aspen, Colorado. What a way to start the selling season!

After some good skiing, I returned to New York and that’s when Philippe Blime decided he would replace his departing president part-time while still remaining the Look’s GM in France. He got himself an AMC Pacer as a company vehicle (a car his wife fancied) and came to visit a few times.

By the middle of that year, Blime realized that his plan wouldn’t work and decided to hire a replacement for Paul. I told him I wanted that top job, but he said that while I had the potential, I should stay put doing the marketing manager job my product manager position had gradually evolved into since I had been working in America. He just didn’t think I could pull it off. The man was stubborn and lacking solid common-sense.

In addition, he decided to hire two sales managers, Harrington in the East and Pike in the West. Harrington was an advertising manager for Olin skis and was clearly eyeing Look’s top job. He spoke a good game but wasn’t able to walk any of it.

Same thing Pike, a Xerox alumni, who had a great baritone voice but had no clue about the ski business and its quirky distribution. These choices reflected very poorly on Blime who might have been a number guy (?) but was woefully inept at reading people.

Since the joint Beconta/Look sales force was far from perfect, Harrington had no better idea than scrap it totally, throw the baby and the bathwater, instead of doing incremental changes as would have been advisable in that instance.

Instead, he started with a fresh stable of green guys who weren’t all that good and worse, were very inexperienced. A recipe for disaster. At the same time Salomon’s products were gaining ground over Look’s and I kept on pulling my hair but still learning an awful lot by witnessing my colleagues piling up mistakes upon mistakes.

The year ended on a wonderful note, though; the birth of our son Thomas in December.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

First year in America

On May 2, 1977, Evelyne and I arrived at New York JFK airport via Swissair, were picked up by a limo, and whisked to the Ramada Inn, in Elmsford, New York. So far, so good.

The only bad news was that the weather was terribly hot and humid, we only had 2 weeks to find a place to stay, and my wife had to learn English in a hurry.

Looking for an apartment is always depressing and sooner than later we found one in White Plains, my wife enrolled in an ESL class, we bought a small Datsun and I went to work, hoping some kind of guidance from Paul, my boss, but it really was “the blind guiding the blind”. In fact I was the one teaching him about the ski industry while he couldn’t teach me anything about American business.

From the get-go, this wasn’t looking good. Later in the month, Evelyne and I traveled to Nova Scotia for a Canadian Ski Patrol symposium and a few days later, I was off to Europe for a Look sales meeting at Les Deux Alpes, where I met Jean-François Deschamps, the newly hired marketing manager who seemed to live on a cloud of textbook theories. I also met Thierry Convert, my replacement.

This said, there were still no visible signs of future improvements or positive changes.

Back in the office, I was terrorized by having to pick up phone calls from disgruntled dealers, having to write letters and memos, and truly felt like a fish out of water. What became obviously clear from day one, was Paul’s total incompetence.

My good common sense felt violated everyday as I watched him around and wonder where I had gotten into. In fact, through pain and despair, I learned an awful lot by watching people around me do totally stupid things. As one might have expected, Paul got fired at the year end.

Another bright spot was that I also began running to alleviate my daily stress and this became a passion that would last and benefit me for about 40 years.

At the end of the year, when Evelyne and I flew back to France for the Christmas Holidays on Icelandic Airlines, this was a welcome break in an otherwise grueling first eight months...

Friday, July 12, 2019

Adventures in home security…

Recently my son bought three Nest security cameras and placed them around his house. The last time I was at his place, he gave me a demo on his phone app.

I was impressed, and my wife and I thought it would be a good idea, even through no one has ever loitered around our houses, yet alone broke into them. I shopped around and narrowed my choice in favor of the Arlo Pro 2.

I drove to the nearby Best Buy and bought a two-camera package. These systems aren’t cheap, but the Arlo, unlike Nest, offers 7 days on-cloud storage absolutely free. First, Best Buy screwed up and gave me the wrong definition cameras (720 vs.1080), so I had to return to the store, negotiate the exchange and get the right items.

The next day, I proceeded to unpack my purchase, get the system hooked up into my wifi, downloaded the phone app, etc. One hour into that process, I couldn’t make the second camera work, so I called the manufacturer, got routed to the Philippines and not only had a bad phone line, but also a technician who spoke incomprehensible English and didn’t understand me either.

I have experienced this many, many times already. In short, the guy couldn’t help me, so he offered to replace the camera, but with this caveat, I should return the defective unit at my expense. I asked him to repeat and told him that I’d gladly return the whole system to Best Buy instead and get a full refund, which I did.

By then, the whole process had shaken my confidence in the product, pushing me to bag the whole security camera idea. At least for now.

Thursday, July 11, 2019

First months in America…

When I finalized my commitment to come to America, it was agreed that I would make two trips of about one month each, one in January and one in March, before moving for good, with my spouse early May.

I needed to honor the commitment I had made to the Avoriaz ski school for the peak periods of the winter season, and also needed to organize our personal affairs in view of our move. This was particularly tough on my wife who stayed alone in France for such a long period of time, near my family that wasn’t particularly supportive.

As I reentered the ski school for the Christmas holidays, I realized that after two full season of being absent, I had seemingly lost my mojo and also my priority ranking. This was hard to swallow. My first trip took place early January 1977 and lasted about a month.

I accompanied Blime, Look’s managing director, along with Cattin, the Beyl’s son in law, who was progressively introduced into the company picture after running his family appliance distribution in Africa. Why was he brought in, I have no idea; some form of training perhaps?

We established our living quarters at the Rye Hilton in Purchase, New York and worked with Ed Paul, the newly minted Look Sports, Inc. president. Why in the world did Blime hired Paul still mystifies me to this very day. The man was a total misfit and clueless about business in general, not to even mention the ski industry in particular.

At any rate, we spent days crunching numbers, getting to know the ski media, meeting the sales force and analyzing our future business in all possible directions. Coming from McKinsey’s, Blime was a numbers man who didn't understand human relationships and wasn't able to understand Look's existing dealership.

We should instead have spent time crisscrossing the country to learn from retailers about Beconta’s distribution, its sales force and what was needed in terms of products and programs. This would have gone a much longer way.

From the start we shared the sales force with Beconta, our host and former distributor and this very quickly became fraught with conflicts and bad influence. From the start, Beconta’s Pitou was openly making fun of our president, and I could see that things were not going to be fun...

I returned in March, attended the annual ski show in Las Vegas and slowly began to get my feet wet with this new business environment. Teaching skiing, as I had just found out, was no longer a viable option for me.

Now, I was on the cusp of learning an awful lot, everything was totally new and I was ready to make the best out of this extraordinary venture.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Surviving Nevers for sixteen months

We were newlywed when my wife and I moved to Nevers on September of 1975. First, we rented a nondescript single family house, with animal trophies on every wall, then we purchased a “historical” apartment right in the middle of old town, near a covered market.

This is were I would experience urban living mostly at its worst, parking our car in the street, with opposite side neighbors ogling into our space and a roof that failed as soon as we moved in. The summer of 1976 would also prove to be extremely hot, making our experience quite uncomfortable and this is not even mentioning a job and a workplace that I didn’t enjoy.

Thank God, the Beyls were nice enough to grant me a month off in January 1976 to go to Chamonix for my last certification step in ski instructing. This enabled to ski a bit more, even though we would return every weekend to Morzine and brave the five and a half hour drive each way. This regularly gave us a chance to ski and escape a place we both despised.

Since nothing in my new career or my new residence was working well for us, we decided to put our apartment up for sale in November of 1976 while, in spite of making very good money, I resigned my position with Look. My plan was to rejoin the Avoriaz ski school for the winter season and use that time to reassess my future career options.

With Christmas as an exit date, I participated at our international meeting that took place early December and this would literally be a life-changing event. During that meeting, Look was welcoming Paul, the newly hired president of its American subsidiary that would start operations on January 1st and be located at its current distributor facilities, in Elmsford, New York.

That distributor, Beconta, was in the sporting goods business and was handling Puma athletic shoes, its own line of ski clothing, Dolomite boots and Kästle skis. Pitou, its sales manager had accompanied Paul for the meeting as he learned that I was leaving Look, thought it would be a good idea for me to come to the U.S. as a way to help launch the new subsidiary.

This sounded good to me as it was better than “relapsing” into ski instructing or working elsewhere in France. Call it flight forward if you will, but I was seduced by the idea and while I thought that I would play that opportunity by ear, I accepted the offer and negotiated an okay deal that got me to America...

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Product manager at Look

Exactly just one year after I had been hired as manager of racing services, I was promoted sideways into the company’s product manager job. This was a brand new position within the organization for which, as you might have guessed, there was no figment of job description.

The only idea was that I would liaise between our various sales forces or distributors, and the company’s research and development department, in an effort to get the right products out of the production line.

This job wasn’t easy. Not only had the position to be created from scratch, but it was hard to make it work under Look founder Beyl’s autocratic rule. He was basically filtering everything that entered the research and development department and was quite dogmatic about what he wanted the future Look products to be.

I was trying to warn him against the impeding onslaught of Salomon and his slew of convenient products, but he would always temper my energetic bursts of passion with comments like “Salomon, Salomon, Salomon… That’s all you can say, but mark my words, Salomon is a giant with feet of clay and they’ll soon collapse!”

During all that time, Look was in the red and the company was reacting by putting out dubious products like the LK5, a plate binding requested by the French sales force that always had the ears of Mrs. Beyl and was wreaking havoc on any kind of long term, disciplined product development strategy.

I was pulling my hair out and was realizing what bad career choice I had made, especially in a spot like the town of Nevers that was planted smack in the middle of nowhere...

Monday, July 8, 2019

Small projects, endless time...

“It will only take me a couple of hours”… We say this all the time, and at the end, the seemingly small project for which we allocated 120 minutes ends up taking half-a-day, a full one, or can even extend into a second day of struggel.

This is exactly what happened to me this weekend when I decided to replace the fluorescent tubes in my garage with much brighter, and yet a tad smaller, LED wrap lights.

Granted, I’m no electrician, but I ran into so many small problems that the two or tree hours I had budgeted for that seemingly trivial task extended well into a second day. That was not counting with the help of my wife who was instrumental in helping complete the job.

The offshoot of that time-trap was that I learned a lot in the process and will do much better next time!

Sunday, July 7, 2019

The Lindarets petting zoo

Long before tourists were flocking in mass to the Alpine hamlet of Lindarets, near the French Avoriaz ski resort, and even though I was three and a half years old, I wasn’t afraid of petting goats much bigger than me.

Even though the herd was a fraction of what it is today, I was, unbeknownst to me, ushering “goat marketing” a creative novelty that would make the place so famous a couple of decades later.

So, was I ahead of the curve or simply at the right place, at the right time? Since I tend to be humble, I’d go for the later for the later but still kind of still believe that I was already a trendsetter...

Saturday, July 6, 2019

The end of a long ski season

This July 4th, Snowbird was open to skiing for the last time this season, after 190 days of winter operations.
I didn’t make it, because my wife didn’t let me. She was sick of my excessive skiing and I can’t blame her one bit for it.

I was eager to go though, because I would have broken my recent record of ski days in one full season and this would have also put me over the 2 million feet vertical skied, but it didn’t happen and that’s the way it is.

God willing, I’ll try to reach and beat these records next year and get my act together in order to get there. In the meantime, I’m now officially switched to summer mode...

Friday, July 5, 2019

Too affluent to fly the flag?

On Holidays like Memorial Day or the Fourth of July, it’s quite customary for Americans to fly the American flag on their homes.

Since yesterday was one of these Holidays, we conducted an informal and totally unscientific study, as we walked around and tried to count how many homeowners were flying the flag in our area. To our surprise, only a measly 20 to 30% had their flag or some kind of patriotic decoration out.

What was even more surprising was that the more upscale a house was, the less likely it was to exhibit a flag, which would mean that patriotism is not necessarily the “well-to-do’s” cup of tea, and is relegated to the lower classes, that are, it’s true, often more gullible and far less cynical.

Whether you live in the United States or in Saudi Arabia, how patriotic are your neighbors?

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Macron’s big blunder

Today is our National Holiday. This is great, except that Trump has promised us that this year's Independence Day celebration will be "one of the biggest gatherings in the history of Washington D.C." but his extravaganza is likely to cost, us, the taxpayers, millions of dollars.

Who should bear responsibility for Trump’s demented idea? French president Macron of course, who had the lousy idea to show Donald his own Bastille day military parade in 2017. I feel it would only be right that we should pass the tab for our festivities to France so Macron can pay for it...

Happy 4th of July!

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

The Look job. Mission impossible?

Early September 1974, I started my job at Look as their new director of racing services. First, I underwent the traditional training about Look bindings and what made them superior to the rest, like their high elastic travel, their anatomically located turntable and their unique protection from the elements.

The next logical step would have been to get acquainted with my department’s records, but there was absolutely nothing for me to see. A total void: No files, no rolodex, no memos, no budget, no correspondence with the various ski federations; strictly nothing. Plancherel, the man previously in charge, was an independent contractor living in Kreuzlingen, Switzerland, who probably parted ways with Look in less than cordial terms. It is to be noted that Mrs. Beyl had expressly asked me that I do not contact René Plancherel, which didn’t help either.

The only element that I found, related to the racing activity was a few recent copies of Ski Racing, an American publication that the export department had a subscription for. I couldn’t understand it and I figured that it was the way Look was doing business, which quickly to prove to be true. Unbeknownst to me, I had just walked into a pathetic situation in which I was truly set up to fail miserably, had I not survived through my staunch determination, a great dose of common sense, quite a bit of good luck, as wall as my unending energy and creativity.

That’s how I immediately began to acquaint myself with the various tech reps we had in France, Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Austria, United States and Canada. Except for France and North America, all the reps had been hired and put in place by Plancherel, my predecessor, while he was in charge of the program. Each had his particular view of what his mission should be, something that was all over the map, wasn’t clear or necessarily supportive of the company’s marketing goals. In addition, these folks were fearful of the headquarters, had a lot to lose and didn’t want me on their back. This was just a recipe for failure.

What I was soon to find out was that under Plancherel, Look’s racing budget had mushroomed into unsustainable levels. In these days dollars, racing was costing the company $1 million out of $12 millions in sales, not counting normal marketing costs. At the same time, Look was feeling pressure from Salomon as the other French company was making some serious in-road with mid priced, more convenient products that soon would capture the much larger market of entry level to intermediate skiers.

Keeping racers like Thöni or Moser-Pröll on the binding was expensive and under a tighter competitive environment, that money would have been better allocated to Look’s R&D that was woefully lagging behind. Of course, I was never made aware of the dichotomy between the cost of maintaining a full-fledged racing program and the company dire financial situation. I was simply given a budget and asked to watch it by keeping a heavy lid on it.

That was until, Blime, the new General Manager hired away from McKinsey, tried to find every which way to reduce expenses in order to keep the company afloat. He began with some value analysis in an attempt to make our products cheaper, but the element that stuck out the most, the low-hanging fruit, if you will, was the huge financial involvement into racing, that showed no clear short term benefit or direct promotional effect.

I was asked to make an analysis of that entire department and my only recommendation was to pool our field support services with another equipment manufacturer like, say Rossignol. This wasn’t to the liking of Mr. Beyl who fiercely treasured his brand’s independence and preferred instead to decapitate the whole racing program, with the exception of Italy and France.

I survived the purge as Look offered me a product manager position in Nevers – a place that I hated and didn’t want to move to - that would providentially extend my career with the ski binding manufacturer.

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

How I got the Look job

Getting a job with Look ski bindings has been a big deal for me back in 1974, for it ushered me into what would be a wonderful career in the sport and leisure business.

For a long time, I had been looking for a year-round gig inside the ski industry, and following the advice of my good friend Chatellard, I applied for several jobs that he told me were open.

One was with Salomon, another with Rossignol and there was another one with Look. I applied at Salomon, but got rejected and immediately thereafter tempted my luck with Look. 
I wrote a nice job application letter, touting my “deep understanding of the ski industry” and my fluency in English, German and Italian, in addition, of course, to French. My resumé must have so impressed Mrs. Beyl, wife of Look’s owner and founder, that she invited me to interview for the position.

Late July of that year, I put on my nice green corduroy suit, drove to Nevers, a small town smack in the center of France, and managed to locate the old Look factory that was soon to be moved into a brand new facility.

Mrs. Beyl asked me a bunch of questions that I had forgotten since, told me that their World Cup Racing Service Manager, a Swiss fellow called Plancherel had quit and needed to be replaced.

She briefly described the position, I said I liked the job and the pay, plus the company car Look provided. That was a giant improvement over my current situation. Then Madame Beyl asked me what was my zodiac sign. Good think I remembered it; I answered: “Capricorn!”

She said: “You’ve got the job, you start on September 2nd!”

Monday, July 1, 2019

Donald Trump, the new Neil Armstrong?

This weekend, at the DMZ between South and North Korea, a New Yorker’s ego took a small step  into North Korea, just for the show.

This was in fact a giant leap in stupidity as the American media almost equated our President exploit to Neil Armstrong’s walking on the moon some 50 years ago…
The real hero in that story remains Kim Jung-un who plays with Trump like a cat plays with a mouse...