A memo from the Field Department

Never take diet advice from a Pear shaped man.

This was my first thought after seeing after Rick Ross’s viral ‘Ode to Pears.’

Despite millions of views, Pear sales didn’t increase.

Apparently, our target demographic of moms and babies do not trust Rick Ross and neither do I, as it were.

The Real Rick Ross

I once sat next to the Real Rick Ross on a Southwest flight and left that conversation with a robust distrust of the Fake Rick Ross, despite his love for “Pears and shit….”

I used to joke that in order to save the Pear Business, we, as an industry, would have to manufacture an Edward Bernay’s type Y2K event. This would create demand for canned Pears by effectively cornering the Prepper market.

My jokes punchline, COVID-19, has done just that and sales have jumped precipitously.

This is a relief to our grower base.

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Despite a few hiccups, 2020 was a successful year.

As Chairman of the Pear Board Estimating Committee, I failed miserably in my duties by overestimating the crop worse than the Raiders did JaMarcus Russell.

Forgetting the old farmer “Light crops get lighter” adage.

Every time I try to outsmart Mother Nature, my hubris is appropriately punished.

I have to take my medicine, but estimating accurately is impossible.

Ryan Holiday says “Psychologist’s call it narcissistic injury when we take personally totally indifferent and objective events.”

So at the risk of taking too much credit or blame, I’m signing off.

On to 2021….