Early on in my May-December relationship with the Stetson man, I realized that he was a collector of many things and land was continually a passion he enjoyed. Although I was in my home state, he was adamant that I drive to this expansive ranch he had just purchased. He wanted me to see it and in doing so, it would pump his ego.
I agreed to make the long journey to his side. Because of the location of this ranch and the timing of his request, I had to drive. But he instructed me to stop at an airport on the way and he would meet me there. I was confused as to why I was stopping at an airport, but I did as he asked. As I arrived, I could see the Stetson man standing in the doorway of a Gulfstream jet. My mind raced. Was this private plane really his, or was he leasing this to impress me?
“Is this really your plane?” I asked. He had the biggest smile on his face.
“Yes, Julz. This is my plane.” This was the first time I had seen his plane, although I heard others talk about it. I knew Gulfstream jets were expensive. Customized ones like his were in the $80 million price range the last time I heard anyone talk about their cost. It wasn’t unusual for the Stetson man to not discuss minor details of his purchases with me. However, to me, this wasn’t a minor purchase. This was one time I was overly impressed.
“Would you like the grand tour?” he asked. I nodded my head, acting like a little girl. Rich men love that. They love it when you act all doe-eyed and innocent; it’s gotten me more gifts than I can count.
As he walked me through the most beautiful plane I’d ever seen, he watched closely for my reaction. He instructed me to go and see what was on the bed. As I entered the bedroom area, he handed me a box and inside was a beautiful pair of gold earrings. Oh, I made sure to make him feel he’d done something really special. They weren’t really my taste, but to him, it was a big deal.
He explained that the master bedroom was a necessity and he made sure to have a shower in the bathroom for his convenience, in case he needed to get ready for a meeting while he was in the air. You could see he was very proud of this plane. He told me he had it custom-built, complete with the white leather seats and walnut accents.
As he walked over to what seemed to be a control panel of sorts, he was telling me about all the bells and whistles. This plane was more like a home than something you fly. All along, my eyes stayed wide open and I just observed. The whole time I was amazed. The Stetson man had taste. He made sure he had the latest and greatest of everything available. So, I shouldn’t have been so surprised by the plane’s grand appearance.
I had been with the Stetson man for a while at that point, but that day, I had been surprised yet again by his wealth. And it only made me want this older man more. I knew he was a collector of fine art and land, but he also had other priceless possessions. However, it did make me wonder what other collections he had hidden that I didn’t know about. I was both excited and nervous to find out.