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Stuart Skorman founded and is former CEO of four innovative, trendsetting companies: Empire Video, Reel.com, HungryMinds.com, and Elephant Pharmacy. Skorman has been featured in numerous publications, including Business 2.0, Fortune Small Business, Forbes, BusinessWeek, and USA Today.Please visit Stuart at: www.stuartskorman.com

Catherine Guthrie is an award-winning journalist whose work has appeared in dozens of national magazines.

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Praise for Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur

"Here is another 'hyper kid' who turned his childhood handicaps and failures into success and happiness as an adult. This book will be an inspiration to all future entrepreneurs and a good read for just about anyone who enjoys a great adventure."
―Paul Orfalea, founder, Kinko's, and author of Copy This!

"Stuart Skorman leads the reader on a riveting journey as he chronicles his entrepreneurial career. This book provides valuable insights into the joys and challenges of starting and growing a new business. Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur is the exciting tale of Skorman's passion to enrich his customers' lives and a vital resource for aspiring entrepreneurs and business leaders."
―Carl Schramm, president and CEO, Ewing Marion Kauffman Foundation

"Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur is an entertaining, non-stop read. The fast-paced story never wavers from business smarts even during Skorman's zaniest adventures. This book is a must-read for anyone looking to bridge creativity and the boardroom; I also strongly recommend it for socially conscious entrepreneurs."
―Gary Erickson, founder and owner, Clif Bar & Co., and author of Raising the Bar

"As an entrepreneur, Stuart is an investor's dream because he is the quintessential 'what you see is what you get' guy. Confessions reflects that honest, straightforward style. It realistically portrays the challenges of starting a business, and it is a delight to read."
―Peter Mills, cofounder, CMGi/@Ventures, and the lead venture capitalist for Reel.com

"The minute I walked into Elephant Pharmacy I knew it was something special. After meeting Stuart and reading his book I know why. Stuart's guide to socially responsible entrepreneurship is full of heart."
―Woody Tasch, chairman and CEO, Investors' Circle

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Entrepreneur Stuart Skorman the founder of Elephant Pharmacy, HungryMinds.com, Reel.com, and Empire Video grew up in a retailing family in Ohio. He worked every kind of job, from cab driver to professional poker player to CEO. In this entertaining, personal account of his coming-of-age in the business world, Skorman gives an insider's view of what it takes to start a business from the ground up.

Stuart Skorman offers his hard-won lessons in business for any entrepreneur or small businessperson who wants to create a company that has a heart and soul. He reveals what he learned about marketing while working a stint as a rock band manager and bares his soul about his failure during the dot-com bubble. He describes in vivid terms the roller coaster ride of the entrepreneur in good times and bad and explains how to survive in today's uncertain business environment.

Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur is a primer for future entrepreneurs on how to learn from mistakes and keep customers happy. Not written for the faint of heart, some of Skorman's unconventional wisdom includes:

• A large ego is not just good for an entrepreneur: it's necessary.
• Strong emotions push you into the fray and carry you through to the end.
• Starting a business is often an act of desperation entrepreneurs are desperate for success and accomplishment.

If you are strong-willed, hard working, and thrive on risk, Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur will give you the information and inspiration you need to chart your own entrepreneurial destiny.

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Confessions of a Serial Entrepreneur

John Wiley & Sons

Chapter One

My home town was never home. Thank heaven for Life magazine.

Long before I was old enough to vote or drive, I was dreaming up new businesses. They were the kinds of things a kid would think up, like a business that made airplanes kids could fly or healthy sodas kids could drink whenever they wanted. Like most other little kids with big ideas, I didn't believe my childhood fantasies would come true. Looking back, though, I realize some of my ideas were eerily similar to the businesses I have started as an adult.

My Business Roots

I have my paternal grandfather, Simon Skorman, to thank for both my entrepreneurial spirit and my Ohio roots. As a teenager in 1914, Simon left Russia to join relatives in Cleveland. His first job was peddling pots and pans from a horse-drawn wagon. Before long, he'd saved enough money to open a small store. Although he went on to lose his first store in the depression of 1921, he wasn't dissuaded. Eventually he opened a second, larger store in Ravenna, Ohio, twenty miles east of Akron. Simon chose his location carefully. Ravenna was a burgeoning town but had few businesses to cater to its growing population. Its residents drove to Akron to buy necessities, like clothes and shoes. My grandfather saw a need, and he filled it.

In addition to having a knack for choosing a great location, my grandfather was a creative problem solver. When his store was struggling, he knew his customers should remain unaware, so he shelved empty boxes to make his inventory look more robust. Luckily, he didn't stock empty boxes for long; his business soon grew into a thriving small-town department store.

A tall man with a dignified presence, Simon prided himself on his ability to converse with his customers in their native languages despite the fact that they came from all over the world. He had only three years of formal schooling, but he spoke eight languages. He could chat with his Amish customers in German, speak Polish to the farmers, and pontificate in Yiddish and Hebrew at the synagogue on Saturdays.

Growing Up in Retail

I was born in 1948 and spent my childhood in Akron. My father and his brothers owned a chain of discount stores called Miracle Mart. He believed discount was the future of retailing, and he was right. Twice a month, my father visited New York City's Garment District. He brought back mountains of cheap goods, stacked them from floor to ceiling in his stores (which were converted warehouses), and sold them to Akron's exploding lower-middle class. His customers spilled out of the nearby tire factories and into his stores every afternoon, snatching up everything from bras to bundt pans. Everything looked like a bargain, whether it was or not.

The men in my family were geniuses at brand building and marketing. For instance, to make sure their customers knew Miracle Mart was the cheapest store in town, they charged only a nickel for a bottle of Coca-Cola when the same bottle was a dime everywhere else. Deeply discounting Coke, a product everyone knew the price of, gave customers the impression that everything in the store was a steal.

My father's nickname was Schetzel (Yiddish for the thinker), and he spoke to my family in business stream-of-consciousness. In restaurants, he spent mealtimes speculating on the proprietor's profit margins, payroll expenses, and rent. At gas stations, he quizzed the attendants about what grade of gas people bought. If, while driving down the street, we passed a vacant lot, he'd say, "That'd make a great spot for a hamburger place," or "I haven't seen a car wash for five miles. That's what this neighborhood needs: a car wash." He was always right. To talk to my father was to talk business. Like learning how to chew gum or walk, I don't remember a time when I wasn't designing businesses as a means to communicate with him.

My father's sense of humor shone through in everything he touched. One time when he and his brothers were designing a new store, the manager put the pet department next to the fresh meat department. My father saw the black humor in the juxtaposition and left the two side-by-side until the last minute, just to see if anyone else would catch the joke. His humor could also be seen on the store's signs. They read, "Attention shoplifters: Please do your lifting in the big, fancy stores. Our prices are so low, even you can afford to pay cash."

Being Honest Is More Important Than Being Rich

My father exacted a deep pleasure from making people happy. He'd come home from work with stories about how excited customers were with his bargains. Similarly, he went out of his way to help other businessmen. He knew when he opened a new Miracle Mart that it inevitably put someone else's small store out of business. Feeling terrible, he'd go to the doomed establishment and offer the employees jobs at the new Miracle Mart. Then he'd offer to buy the store's inventory at a fair price. He wanted Miracle Mart to be a win-win for everyone.

My father also taught me about good values. When he learned that a store manager was selling huge numbers of fans by demonstrating them in front of the air-conditioners, he fired the man for deceiving customers. With that lesson, among others, he taught me that being a good person was more important than making money. He also wanted me to believe in something bigger and more powerful than my bank account.

My father encouraged me to pursue a career focused on helping people instead of making money. He believed wealthy people should share their good fortune. And, besides, he thought he'd made enough for his children to live out our lives in comfort. In the end, it was a promise he couldn't keep.

My First Business Trip

Desperate for my father's attention, I loved what he loved. I paid homage to Miracle Mart by going to work with him every Saturday. My job was to give away the free popcorn. I sat on a tall wooden stool and poured metal tins of pre-popped kernels into a whirring popcorn machine. Every five minutes, I scooped hot, salty kernels into small paper bags and passed them out to anyone who asked and some who didn't. I delighted in the surprised expression on shoppers' faces when they got something for free.

When I turned thirteen in 1961, my father took me to New York City. The trip was my baptism into a business world far removed from smiles and popcorn. He wanted to toughen me up. Like a faithful mutt, I tagged along at his heels while he wheeled and dealed in the backrooms of sweatshops. My clearest memory of the trip is how sore my feet were by the end. My second-clearest memory is of the backroom bribes. I slouched on the outskirts of conversations listening to fast-talking men tempt my father with free dinners at swanky restaurants, free front-row seats to sold-out shows, and free sexual favors from their so-called secretaries. His intent was to show me the dark side of business. After the trip, his advice to me was, "Don't take any shit; never owe a salesman a favor; and always get the best deal."

There's No Algebra in Accounting

That trip was the most time I ever spent one-on-one with my father. For the most part, he avoided me. He was afraid of me, afraid...