In Massachusetts, two teenage brothers borrow $547 from their parents to open an ice cream shop they name "Friendly." They offer double-dip cones of store-made ice cream for a nickel―half the price charged by drug-store soda fountains―and stay open 'til midnight.
You know the rest: 40 years later, the brothers―after adding an apostrophe S to the name―own 500 shops.
Furloughed friends of mine ask if it's time to polish the resume or "go 1099."
I answer, though it's counter-intuitive, "There's no time like the present to hang up your shingle."
I know from experience.
The secret to success?
It isn't capital or a "big idea.
But whatever you do, don't ask me for sound business advice.
I'm like the retailer who buys $3 shirts and sells them for $2.
"How do you get away with that?" my competitor asks.
“I make it up in volume.”