I
MAY BE A WINNER!
Our
children will remember how daddy would always enter the Publishers
Clearing House Sweepstakes even though I knew odds were quite long.
According to Wikipedia “as
of June 2020, the odds of winning "$5,000 a Week for Life"
were
1 in 6.2 billion. To put that in perspective, the world's population
is 7.7 billion”. But, it only cost one
stamp to enter, so risk-reward factor was good. Actually won
something about 40 years back – a scissors set, of which we still
have one pair.
Over
the years in my many entries only bought a few CDs. Entering at all,
of course, was my first mistake; buying something my fatal error.
Know a bit about mail order promo, and even with mass production it
has to cost from fifty-cents to a dollar to get that entry into my
hand. And, they have to send out a million or so to get that cost
break. Because of cost factors, if you don’t send them back often
enough they’ll drop you from the mailing list. Not sending them
back is why I hadn’t gotten my fair share of chances to win last
couple of years.
Ever
wonder why it’s called Publishers Clearing House when (a) they sell
a lot of stuff and (b) all anybody knows about them is they are the
Win-A-100-Million-Bucks guys?
Remember
magazines – printed on paper, came in mail once a month? There was
once a real market for them. One of mine and Matthew’s first jobs
was selling subscriptions door-to-door. He, at least, was good at
it. PCH began in 1953 as a way to sell magazines using direct mail
(junk mail to you and I) to reach more homes cost effectively (Rule
#1 – Follow the Money!).
Direct
mail works. If it didn’t junk mail would have ceased to show up in
mailboxes fifty years ago. Success meant expansion, with TV
promotions and sweepstakes coming in 1967. As interest in magazines
faded additional items were added. It worked! More people would buy
more stuff if you just presented it right (i.e. the con). Because of
this success prize money got bigger and bigger. That’s how, as of
last year it got to $5,000 a week for life.
At
risk of getting into the marketing ‘weeds’ of this, most entrants
are older and winnings are necessarily what they appear (us old
people’s ‘for life’ ain’t what it used to be). But, these
sweepstakes are controlled by federal and state law, and somebody can
win. If I happen to get the one and only mailer which includes the
winning number, and if I send it in, I may well be a winner. In the
marketing genre we call folks who don’t get the golden ticket the
‘mark’.
In
my own defense my mother got me hooked on the sweepstakes opium. She
entered every one that came in her mail. And, as it was with older
folk (not me), she really thought she’d have to buy something to
win. Sometimes wished she’d left me all those cassette tapes.
Ultimately I entered for the same reason as my mother, hoped to be
able to provide for my kids.
Somewhere
while making other plans life happened. The kids grew up, made their
own lives, and not sure a lot of money would make them better people.
If I won now might do what #2 son Nathan once told me he’d do:
Set up a grant program to provide money for any graduate of local
high schools to help them ‘escape’ Brazil Indiana.
A
few years back I quit returning the “you may be a winner”
mailings. In time they quit coming. Until now.
In
this weeks mail came an “ALERT: Time Sensitive” notice that my
“name has been authorized for processing on the Winner Selection
list”! I could now go on-line and enter without a stamp! Even has
an Activation Code so they will know which mailer is getting best
response. The most interesting element about this mailer to me is
the cost factor. It’s almost a ‘cold’ solicitation for new
customers, and it can’t have cost more than fifteen-cents to print
and mail 1-million pieces.
If
I enter this time, PCH will want an e-mail address. Because of much
reduced cost factors this means I’ll get a LOT more junk mail than
ever got in snail-mail. But, hey, what else have I got to do but
delete spam? Maybe I should enter? I mean, you know, after all, the
cost factor is in my favor; my mother would be so proud; would enjoy
kids rolling their eyes and saying ‘daddy’s at it again’. And,
who knows, I may be a winner!
If
you don’t hear from me for a while, I may be in the Cayman Islands.