George Bailey woke up not to his alarm, but to the persistent beeping of his cell phone. Mary was already up and downstairs, so he reluctantly rolled out of bed and found the offending phone. It was a text message from ZuZu.
Can’t make it home this weekend. Sorry, Dad. Luv 2 Mom. Z
College kids.
George checked his blackberry, but there surprisingly was nothing new except for some spam. Ever since he was able to turn the Building and Loan over to Mary to co-run with Uncle Billy, he was really enjoying his new career as an A-list Travel Blogger. It was all he had ever dreamed about – excuses to visit exotic places, usually as part of paid junkets, and all he had to do was keep his blog fresh and interesting, offering other wanderlust people like himself tips and advice on where to go and how to make the most of it. His sponsors were advertising regularly. And he got to work from home, in his wonderful old house whose mortgage finally was paid off.
Something seemed odd this morning, though, and George recalled how the day before had ended. He had really lost his temper after receiving yet another bad pitch from a PR person. It wasn’t one of the PR people he worked with frequently, but their lack of understanding of his blog and what he needed really was the last straw. He had told Mary, "I've had it. I wish I didn’t have to deal with PR people at all. Their whole business is obsolete. They should just all go away."
Now as he logged onto his computer, he braced for the flurry of emails, pitches, requests for meetings, press releases from new resorts, invitations to openings of new hotels or cruise ships. It usually took him a good hour and two cups of coffee to get through the results of the night before. It was light this morning. No invitations at all. There were a couple of what he guessed were releases, but they read like marketing brochures and were very very long. Didn’t get to the point at all, so he gave up reading. He had sent out some requests for interviews with the heads of two new resorts in the Caribbean that he felt would be hot this winter season and, surprisingly, there were no responses. Usually he just had to blink and someone would set up the meeting for him and, often, even fly him down for it so he could do a tour as well as meet the executives.
He checked his Facebook account, thinking maybe everyone had listened to his pleas and started using FB as a way to communicate with him so he could truly connect with the people he trusted and considered FB friends. There were just some new photos of his grandchildren posted by his eldest, Tommy. No new messages.
Oh, well, on to the blog. Yesterday’s post about the new Four Seasons that opened in Florence should have sparked some comments. Only a couple and one was from Mr. Gower. Finally retired, the former pharmacist is visiting Florence right now and said he went to the Four Seasons to check it out after reading George’s post. That’s great. But usually he’d expect anywhere from 10-25 comments. Quiet morning.
Mary called and said business was light at the Building and Loan today. She was hoping their quarterly earnings report would have generated some interest from the media, but no one called into the audio conference and there were no follow-up calls from media.
George had promised to meet Mary for lunch so he walked into town and ran into his brother Harry, now the editor of the Bedford Falls Times. Harry asked George if he had heard anything about old man Potter deciding to redo his entire board of directors before he finally retired. Harry said his reporters had been calling Potter’s company all day, but were getting stonewalled. "The only thing Potter’s assistant would tell us is to check their website," he told George. "The website doesn’t help us. We need an interview with Potter or some company spokesperson, but no one is even returning our calls." Harry had to run, as he was holding page one of the afternoon edition for the Potter story and he was going to have to scramble to fill it if he couldn’t get the content he needed.
George pondered these strange happenings while waiting for Mary at Martini’s Bar and Grille. He was surprised when he looked up and saw Clarence sitting across from him.
"Howdy, George," Clarence said. "You’ve been given a great gift today -- a chance to find out what the world would be like without PR people. It’s what you asked for, remember?" George started thinking about the strangeness of the day and the drastically reduced communication, the odd long and boring press releases, the stonewalling of Harry, the lack of interest in the Building and Loan’s earnings. He understood now. The missing piece was PR people to make those things happen or at least work more smoothly. They WERE missing and it just didn’t feel right.
"Take me back, Clarence," George said. "I want to communicate again."