Dear Public Adjustor:
I'm often proud of my dad, like when he stood up to the PTA
about The Catcher in the Rye. But lately he has me
worried. He's sacrificed an entire season's corn crop to
build a ballfield in the middle of nowhere. He says people will pay
him to watch invisible men play games. He even thinks he can sell
them his "signature" hot dogs. (I tried one; it nearly
killed me.)
Look, he wasn't much of a farmer, but he's surely no
George Steinbrenner. And as far as I can tell, ghost baseball
isn't even a thing. Can Dad really make a go of this? Or should
I be getting him professional help?
Potentially Shoeless
Elkader, Iowa
Dear Pot:
If the insurance business teaches us anything, it's that
risk should be managed, not simply avoided. I'll admit your
father's venture sounds a little improbable, but that
doesn't mean you should dismiss it out of hand.
