Bill Welton sold two recently in Indianapolis at the American Legion's state convention. The host hotel bought one as it often hosts veteran groups.
He figures he got about 100 prospects, mostly Legionnaires interested in having one installed at their posts.
Wellman has a history of attention getting marketing schemes who over the years has owned bars, a bowling alley, a hotel and a dinner theater. His promotions have involved an elephant, Orville Reddenbacher and an American Indian who briefly lived in a tepee in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn.
He came up with the idea after catching a TV news story about a man in Tacoma, Washington, who played "Taps" every evening. His hometown of Valparaiso has been playing taps every night at dusk (I imagine on one of Wellman's machines).
--GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
Monday, August 4, 2014
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