The drive to the skate park presented me with a great teaching moment- I would teach my son Jackson about business. He had been telling his friend how easy it is to start a skate park like the one we were about to visit: Brick Town in Columbia, Pennsylvania. This was a good chance to teach him about how business really works.
I told him that starting a business like a skate park, involves a lot more than he might think. It involves incorporation, and with that attorney fees. It involves bank loans, partnership agreements, payments to contractors, insurance, rent and more. He argued that I did not understand skateboarding. About that time we pulled off Route 30 into Columbia, Pennsylvania.
Columbia is a tired town on the Susquehanna River. Whatever businesses once sustained it are gone leaving empty brick warehouses facing the wide Susquehanna. At least the bridge that had been burned to stop General Lee from getting to Philadelphia has been rebuilt. Not much else has been.
We pulled into the parking lot of one of the brick warehouses and walked in up a set of stairs recently hammered together out of pressure treated lumber. Inside was a vast empty space lit by dim hanging lights and filled with heavy metal sound. All around the space were ramps of different sizes and shapes, like the stairs outside, hammered together solidly out of lumber and plywood. There was no heat. An orange poster near the door said “Rules.” The first one was “No Drugs.” Just inside the door there was a folding table with a cash box, some DVDs and a couple of t-shirts. A guy skated down from one of the ramps, pulled off his helmet and said “Six bucks to skate until 9.” I paid him, told Jackson I’d be back around nine and went outside to eat crow.
The caution of middle age had made me forget that sometimes all it takes for a business to start is an empty warehouse and a guy who wants to skateboard out of the rain. After he nails the boards together he charges other guys a few bucks to cover the cost of lumber. And then he hires some friends, quits his day job and helps a place like Columbia, Pennsylvania become a town that fathers drive their sons to on a Friday night to spend money.
On the way home I told Jackson that he does know more about skateboarding than I do. And I thought that what he doesn’t know about business might not hurt him.