My name is Jack Schitt, I’m the proprietor here at Shits Creek Paddle.
I used to be a high falutin' city boy…a chief Technology Officer in the telecommunications industry. Then one day without warning I found myself runnin' the rapids in Shits Creek. I was disorientated and couldn't figure out just how I'd gotten there. I wasn't even sure just where I was. I just knew I didn’t like the feeling (or the smell).
I found myself in a canoe, and searched for a paddle…a rope… anything. But no luck. I was up shits creek without a paddle. That was in October of 2000. Now some 7 years late—I’m still here.
And I have plenty of company. Joe has been here 23 years, Carmen for 22. Some of the old timers, let's just say they aren't all that friendly. So one day I was tryin' to figure how to keep the population down, with Bush in office it was tough, folks were comin' down that river so fast, like nothin' I'd seen since Reagan took office.
Then it come to me. Paddles! Sell 'em Paddles.
Well I'll be damned-- it worked! Folks starting gettin' their shit together and paddling out. Some that was here for a bit even started asking for mugs and shirts to commemorate and celebrate their escape. So I started this store. It ain't much to look at, but remember this is Shits Creek.
So whether you’re a survivor or a resident, we got something for ya.
If you’re a true friend you’ll buy a paddle for someone your think is headed in our direction.
Thanks for your support. Maybe, with your help, I’ll get out soon.
Proprietor, Shits Creek Paddle Shop.
P.S. the picture is not really me, I am not that pretty.
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