The Squeegee Philosophy:
"I have resolved from this day on, I will do all the business I can honestly, have all the fun I can reasonably, do all the good I can willingly, and save my digestion by thinking pleasantly."
-Robert Louis Stevenson

Squeegee Graphics offers 500,000 promotional items and imprinted sportswear. "Promotional Items" is a term that covers a lot of ground; it is essentially anything and everything that can be printed. Screenprinted and embroidered sportswear is a promotional item, too, but the clothing market is so huge (despite the dominance by the white t-shirt) and varied that they are usually discussed independently.

Squeegee Graphics is unique in that I am expert in both fields. A lot of screenprinters avoid the promotional industry, and a lot of promotional products distributors avoid decorated apparel. I think of them as the opposite sides of the same coin. They are complimentary, not opposites.

Because of a unique background in the screenprinting industry (starting when I was 5 years old,) and an intellectual curiosity about advertising in general, Squeegee Graphics is a not really work, but rather something that I live.

If you need to promote, motivate, or communicate, which every organization (and society) must do, then chances are I have something you need.

Unfortunately, I can't give away what I sell for free, but I would if I could. The world would be a better place if money did not exist at all. Promotional items exist to be given away. They put your words and ideas into a physical form. Using promotional items will make your message and your efforts more effective.

Ordering is very simple, just call or send an e-mail to get the process going. Both the cellphone and the land phone have voice mail, so if I am away or on the line you can leave a message. I will get back to you promptly. (If I don't, it will because Verizon has dropped the message into their dark hole, which they do occasionally, and it reappears days later.) Calling the cell phone number is best. Corporate and university purchase orders are accepted. Rush orders are not usually a problem, although they may limit your selection.

There was a grandfather; his little grandson often came in the evenings to sit at his knee and ask the many questions that children ask.
One day the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of anger on his face.
Grandfather said, "Come, sit, tell me what has happened today."
The child sat and leaned his chin on his Grandfather's knee. Looking up into the wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes; the child's anger turned to quiet tears.
The boy said, "I went to the town today with my father, to trade the furs he has collected over the past several months. I was happy to go, because father said that since I had helped him with the trapping, I could get something for me. Something that I wanted."
"I was so excited to be in the trading post, I have not been there before. I looked at many things and finally found a metal knife! It was small, but good size for me, so father got it for me."
Here the boy laid his head against his grandfather's knee and became silent. The Grandfather, softly placed his hand on the boys raven hair and said, "and then what happened?". Without lifting his head, the boy said, "I went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town boys came by and saw me, they got all around me and starting saying bad things."
"They called me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife. The largest of these boys, pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snatched it up and they all ran away, laughing."
Here the boy's anger returned, "I hate them, I hate them all!"
The Grandfather, with eyes that have seen too much, lifted his grandson's face so his eyes looked into the boys. Grandfather said, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do."
"But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me, one is white and one is black. The White Wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended, and even when it is. He gives to the world, and the world gives back to him. It is a world of abundance, but not something physical, that can be measured on a scale."
"But, the Black Wolf, is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. The more he takes from others, the less he has. He wants everything, yet has nothing. He wrestles within himself. He complains that he is a victim of others, that they have him in chains. Yet it is he who holds onto his chains, and he refuses to let go of them. The black wolf was showing himself in the boys who stole your knife."
"Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy, looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes, and asked, "Which one wins Grandfather?"
The Grandfather, smiled and said, "The one I feed."