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New RO Development – Boyett’s Family Water Treatment (azh2o.com)
When you rent a Boyett’s family +Mg alkalinity water saving reverse osmosis unit you prevent three bad things
Dehydration
In Arizona, we should drink one gallon of healthy and safe water each day.
We can only survive several days without healthy water.
Most headaches can be resolved by drinking enough water.
A dehydration headache happens when your body is dehydrated (doesn’t get the fluids it needs). Headache pain often appears along with other symptoms of dehydration, including dizziness, extreme thirst, and dry mouth. The pain usually goes away after drinking water, resting, and taking pain relief medication.
Dehydration Headache: Dehydration Symptoms & Types of Headaches (clevelandclinic.org)
A house flood or leak
In Arizona plastics break (because of age and the dry – heat arid climate). RO units are made mostly of plastic.
82% of our Phoenix Metro AZ water and East Valley AZ water is recycled wastewater.
1/3 of our water travels in an open ditch about 715 miles. Water molecules are like magnets; they pick up impurities, toxins, and cement as they travel.
In this short 3-minute video the main point is this: we humans are using more ground water than is being replenished. Let us all get together on this in AZ.
https://www.wbay.com/2023/06/27/3-brilliant-minutes-problems-with-groundwater/?outputType=amp
Groundwater is such a crucial resource of fresh water for drinking and irrigation. We are pumping out more water that is naturally being replenished.
Boyett’s family water treatment has a solution. We can provide you delicious drinking water in every faucet and shower with no water waste; no salt and no electricity.
11870 Chromium Brochure (azh2o.com)
How NASA recycles astronaut sweat and pee – for drinking water
https://nypost.com/2023/06/29/how-nasa-recycles-astronaut-sweat-and-pee-for-drinking-water/amp/
As NASA becomes more efficient with this concept; deep space exploration will become more feasible.
As Phoenix metro AZ – East Valley AZ grows to 15 million people within the next 15 years our ability to turn our wastewater into usable and drinkable water will be very important. Boyett’s family water treatment has a solution to this challenge.
7487 Clarify Reverse Osmosis (azh2o.com)
Our clarify reverse osmosis drinking water system will disintegrate any E.Coli, Coliform or Pathogens from your water supply.
https://azh2o.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/clarify-ro-brochure-092122.pdf
We are currently working on a whole house clarify filter (this will disintegrate any E.Coli, coliform or pathogen molecules).
This is the outside packaging for this product:
We will call this new product:
Whole house clarify filter (this will disintegrate any E. Coli, coliform or pathogen molecules).
These two products utilize silver-coated alumina and the physical and chemical principle of quantum dynamics.
What is Quantum Filtration? Quantum water filters use advanced and proprietary technology that utilizes the principles of electron movement in quantum mechanics to remove impurities from water. The technology revolves around creating active catalytic surfaces supported by countless microscopic quantum particles.
A Technological Breakthrough The Quantum Crystals ™ are using a new technology based on the quantum mechanic principles of electron movements in micro-crystals that create active surfaces (positively charged with electron holes) capable to lyse the cells of microorganisms, like for example, the non-pathogen E. coli bacteria (strain 11775), causing their entire structure to collapse.
Our industry-specific recording-keeping software will make sure that we exchange your equipment and filters in a timely manner. Failure to properly maintain your water equipment can cause micro-biological contamination of your drinking water.
https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/8740859/
May I please tell you a story about my founder pop; my grandfather’s 1963 Ford and about their involvement in Boyett’s family water treatment advancement and development?
Dear Dale and Annetta:
Katrina had taped some Merle Haggard records for me to listen to on the way home from Texas. One of them is a song entitled “In the Good Old Days When Times Were Bad”. He grew up in the labor camp of California and our life was a picnic compared to what he describes. But there are two lines in the song that depict my thoughts of the “good old days” so perfectly:
No amount of money could buy from me the memories I have of then
No amount of money could pay me to go back and to do it again.
Annetta and I are so extremely lucky to have you, Dale, and Nadine who are willing to exert so much effort to make a gathering special. Thanks for all the hard work and planning.
Last night as I drove in I wished that I could write a letter right then while my mind was on “the good old days”. It seemed as though I’d been in a different world. It seemed as though it had taken those several days last week to “shift down” and get my mind zeroed in. Then it was perfect. I had all day to think about it in the atmosphere of Daddy’s pickup.
I wondered if Annetta would say “No amount of money could buy from me the memories I have of them”. Dale and I had such things as: spraying mesquites with Daddy, working calves, riding horses, spending hours swimming in the tank, dogs, hunting skunks with Si and Jap and families, hunting rattlesnakes with Si and Jap and families, Dale working for the highway, Brian working for Tom Moore, combining, the last years of the threshing machine (I ran a bundle wagon Dale had to be around doing something, driving the tractor, Brian drove horses raking hay, hauling hay and cultivating for several years (I doubt if Dale was old enough at the time) hunting rabbits, fishing, spending time at Si’s and at Jap’s and with Don and Bert, killing hogs (we would scald them in a barrel then pull the 4 wheel trailer in the garage and everybody stood around it and cut meat and made sausage), helping mother make lye soap, playing in the big barn at Jap’s, going up every Saturday after the mail ran to get Edith or Marza to read the funny papers to us, burning mesquites, hauling and chopping wood, shocking feed and grain, stacking feed, getting drip cans and barrels ready for Daddy, Si and Jap to make their middle of the night “runs’, pumping up tires with the old hand pumps, turning the forge blower in the old shop, fetching the turkeys every night from the Moore’s place, killing rats at the big barn, etc.
Seems like I spent hundreds of hours on horseback and with my dogs. At the time I thought it was wonderful. Even when the mules ate the oilcloth top off the top of the car and we sneaked into town to get some more to recover it because the folks were embarrassed, I thought it was great fun. Do you remember when we had the old cars and used to get stuck coming and going to town all the time before they improved the roads?
But I wonder what Annetta did with her time and how she thinks about those old times…..
Dale introduced a whole new idea to me on this trip. It is a revelation to me. I had always followed the crowd in thinking of “poor old daddy”, forced out of the pocket of his brothers’ protection and fellowship by a wife who rebelled against the system. Blue, unimaginative, uncreative, not mechanical, and just a “worker ant”. How could I have known him so well and totally missed the whole point?
He didn’t just sit on the porch swing and brood as I thought he did. He did some of that – but also he thought and planned how to overcome the disadvantages of having nothing to work with and accomplish what I now suddenly realize to be amazing and innovative feats. He was only one step away from an innovation that even now that bunch down there can’t even comprehend. He killed the trees, cleared the trees (no one else thought the clearing necessary – especially me when I had to help do it), and had the shredder bought. His ground was one of the few places that could have been mowed with that shredder (it would have to be done before the Broom Weed stalks got big) and totally controlled the Broom Weeds, mesquites, and everything else. He could have tripled his pasture productivity.
But the things he did accomplish are now astounding to me. He literally created an untried industry by taking an 85 horsepower 1937 Ford Sedan (that I had turned upside down while dodging a skunk and that he had jacked the roof back up with house jacks) and a two-wheel trailer and created the system, capital, and equipment necessary to jerk himself out of poverty.
To my knowledge, he had almost zero encouragement or acknowledgment, or praise. He figured out how to bid jobs at a profit (I couldn’t begin to bid on one of those jobs) and sell people on the fact that it would work – and that even though it was more expensive than air spraying, it was a better way to go. I knew that he did these things but the significance did not occur to me.
I want to share with you something that made my mouth drop open when I thought about it on the way back yesterday. Daddy figured out how to roll a drum from the ground up onto a trailer, raise the drum up, haul it to the site, lay it down, fill the can and pour the kerosene, tip the drum up, lower another one, empty it, then go back to the barrel area and start all over again.
Think of this parallel. When I started in the soft water business I had a 1957 Ford ½ ton pickup. Delivering the tanks was no problem for the first few customers because I just laid a few tanks in the bed of the pickup, raised the tailgate, and ran the route. As the business grew there was no way I could make enough trips to make the deliveries. Everybody else had larger trucks with tank racks, but I could hardly afford to just keep that pickup running. So I left the tailgate down and laid 6 tanks on it, stood 2 rows of 6 tanks upright against the cab and tied them so they wouldn’t fall, stood 3 tanks upright in front of each fender well, and made a rack to keep them standing. I would deliver the 6 off the tailgate, set them off in the street, lay the first row of 6 down, pull the other row over the top onto the tailgate, lift the ones on the street over and set them against the cab, stand up the other 6 and tie them, and just keep on trucking. I had a lot of 40 tank routes in time and we used that system for about 3 years until we bought a 1 ½ ton truck with racks and would carry 50 tanks.
Over the years I have talked business with a high percentage of the soft water operators in the West and none of those have done it like that or in my opinion, would have even considered it. That’s over 2 tons of tanks and handling the tanks enough ties each trip to run several routes. Knowing what I know now, if someone asked me what the chances are of running a route system in that manner for more than a week (we didn’t have a backup pickup), I would say that the chances of it succeeding would be zero minus a bunch. Now we have 1-ton trucks with racks that carry 30 tanks and make 2 trips (one heavy and one light) and a 50-tank route in just a small area of town is a day’s work for a man. The routes in Phoenix at the start covered the whole town. I gave Daddy credit for teaching me to work hard but it never occurred to me one time before this trip that he also taught me the basics of the system. It sort of startles me.
As you observe our peers that are still at Ibex it is easy to see that the big thing Mother and Daddy gave us was opportunity. To know that there was an opportunity for something better for our “lot” in that circumstance, in my opinion, took more than foresight. I give Mother credit for most of that. But seems to me that Mother was afforded some credit – maybe not all she deserved, but some. I believe that I, along with almost everyone else, sold Daddy “way short”.
I just mentioned the opportunity. I laughed and laughed about this towards the end of yesterday. I had planned to shut it down and sleep at El Paso so I had a full cup of tobacco juice in one hand that I was looking forward to emptying when I stopped. When I found myself on the El Paso freeway I discovered two things: the no-doze pills that Nadine had suggested to me had me “bug-eyed” as a bullfrog and I was keyed up like a racehorse and no way was I going to get to sleep. Also, I discovered if I could maintain a 50-plus speed, I could stay in the fast lane and get through town in a hurry. There were lots of cars and little margin for error.
I had spent a “two hands on the wheel” heads-up day because I had discovered by following Dale that 55 mph was 62 on the pickup speedometer. I decided to go 57 all day so I was holding it just over the 64 mark. At that speed, it was sort of like riding a bronco. Everything would be great and then there would be an uneven place in the road and I would feel the steering neutralize. The pickup would take off like a shot in some instant undeterminable direction. There were two challenges: react in the right direction and don’t over-correct. I kept saying to myself, “Brian, don’t reenact the ‘dodge the skunk’ trick”.
So there I was, weaving my way through El Paso, desperately trying to stay off of everybody and trying to keep from spilling my cup all over everything. I could see that by the way a few people honked at me that thought I was either drunk or some tobacco-chewing hayseed in an old pickup that couldn’t drive very well and they were afraid I was going to stack them up.
Where the opportunity angle comes in is that I enjoyed playing out that role at about 3 p.m. and later that night I joined Roberta and the kids at a party at a 20,000 plus square foot house that cost between 8 and 9 million dollars to build. It is elegant. I had been thinking during the day that the opportunity to play out the latter role sort of typifies the whole thing in one days’ time.
The trip was great. Other than feeling (between my shoulder blades) like I’d been driving the tractor all day; I feel better than I thought I would after being up almost around the clock. I had cloud cover until past Pecos. Both legs are blistered on top from the sun and rubbed raw on the back from the wires of the seat cushion.
We are thrilled to have the pickup out here, Dale. Thanks. I feel like we “made” a few memories and revived a lot of others. We’ll surely laugh a lot about Annett’s and Mike’s walks in the sun and a few other things.
I wanted to write this letter to you before I have to force my mind back into this “century” tomorrow. I am so grateful for everything and everybody who has and has had a part.
No amount of money could buy from me the memories I have of then
No amount of money could pay me to go back and to do it again.
I love you both,
Brian
William Brian Boyett, Annetta Boyett, Dale Boyett The photo was taken on 19 June 1996 at the Botanical Gardens in Denver, Colorado.
Brian Hayden Boyett standing by the 1963 Ford truck that William Brian Boyett drove from Texas to Arizona (non-stop). This is the first Isuzu we added to our fleet. Adding this Isuzu to our fleet utilization program – helped create sustainability. We utilized this Isuzu as a delivery truck; then when it began aging, we turned it into a service and installation vehicle. This picture was taken in 1987. We used this Isuzu truck in our company until 2006. We still have and enjoy Grandpa’s 1963 Ford F100.
This is a picture of William Brian Boyett’s sister Annetta and her son Jonathan. The Ford 1963 F100 is in the background. The flowers you see are Texas Blue Bonnets (this is the Texas State Flower).
I thought you might like to see this “historic” photograph. Mother took it in April 1963. That is of course Daddy in the driver’s seat planning his next move.
This 1963 F100 Ford truck is still in our fleet today. It will always be in our fleet ‘especially now; because it is now a main character in this very important story’. I have had many great experiences and adventures in this truck. My most memorable journeys in this truck are my drive from South Tempe to Arizona State University every day. I carried my bike in the back; parked away from the ASU campus and rode my bike to class. This truck epitomizes to me simplicity, efficiency, and dependability. Here is the thing regarding this truck: Whenever I called upon this vehicle for service; it always started on the first try and always accomplish any task for which it was assigned. I was very touched by my father’s act of love to bring this truck to me (a 1,059-mile ‘non-stop journey’ in a farm truck). This was one of many acts of kindness my father showed to me.
This is a picture of William Jesse Boyett’s farm truck (the 1963 Ford). This picture was taken at the old home place (circa 1975) the best we can determine.
At Boyett’s family water treatment, we are not only paying attention to the past stories of what got us here; we are looking into the future of our prolonged drought (will AZ have enough H2O)?
Some places like Rio Verde Foothills
NEAR SCOTTSDALE, Ariz.
The residents in the community of Rio Verde Foothills lost their access to water after the City of Scottsdale ended its water hauling service to the area. Since residents there lost their access to water, they have been waging a battle to have their water supply restored.
There may be more communities in Phoenix metro AZ and the East Valley of AZ that will experience no water.
At Boyett’s family water treatment, we are developing no-waste whole-house water treatment units that will conserve our AZH2O (provide you with safe, delicious, affordable, efficient, and convenient water treatment options).
In an article that talks about our AZ prolonged drought; and the problems it brings to us (arsenic is in our AZH2O).
https://news.yahoo.com/state-prolonged-drought-brings-additional-110000063.html
Because our AZH2O is going away – arsenic is in our water
Because the Colorado River is drying up; it is ruining the quality of our drinking water; heavy metals are increasing.
There is little rain and this has brought very low water levels that increase the heavy metals in our drinking water.
Overuse of our water is also to blame. As our water resources dry up – increasing levels of arsenic, a carcinogen that occurs naturally in the soil is increasing.
Why is arsenic dangerous in our drinking water?
Long-term exposure can cause cancer and skin lesions – also causing cardiovascular disease and diabetes according to the World Health Organization.
Why does arsenic in drinking water matter?
In Phoenix, Arizona, arsenic is present in almost all groundwater supplies.
High levels of arsenic have been linked with cancer, skin damage, and other health problems.
Phoenix drinking water is 7 parts per billion.
Arsenic is a confirmed carcinogen and one of the most dangerous chemical contaminants in Phoenix water.
What’s being done about it?
KDF55 media uses the redox method to remove chlorine, chlorinated hydrocarbons, and metals like lead, arsenic, aluminum, mercury, and cadmium from water.
Our chromium filter will remove arsenic from your water.
11870 Chromium Brochure (azh2o.com)
As I spend my life managing my father’s company, I think of him often and all the important lessons he taught me. Here is an example:
I am fortunate to work with as many as 20 of you each week meeting at your home (in the evenings and on Saturdays) to discuss rental water treatment service. My father said: if you are running early to an appointment – always go right there so I understand the specific location of your homes. If there is time remaining – you can explore. These are the designs and ideas that I am grateful to utilize to keep moving forward in life and business. This is a story of what his sister thought.
Remembering My Big Brother Brian
By Annetta Boyett
In Albany High School he was known as “Salty” (Brian = brine). When he moved on to Texas Tech, he became Brian again, but he found that people had trouble understanding his last name when he pronounced it “Boyt”, as our clan had done from time immemorial. So to make it clearer, he began to introduce himself as Brian Boy-yet. (When he ran for a representative of the Student Council, his campaign posters read “Brian is the best Boy-yett to be Student Council representative”. He was elected, of course.)
When my other brother Dale and I left home we followed his example. Now in our old age, we continue to pronounce our last name “Boy-yett”, and this is just one small example of the influence that our elder brother has had on our lives.
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I have one million memories of my big brother, but if I had to give them all away and could keep only one, this is the one it would be. When Brian graduated from Texas Tech he took a job with the National Cotton Council out of Phoenix. Periodically he would have to drive to the Council’s base in Nashville on business, and then he would always come by to spend a few days with our parents and me on our modest West Texas farm. (Dale had left home by then.) One time, it was hot, hot summer, and we got a letter from Brian (we didn’t have a telephone) to say that he was coming to visit. Great excitement. Whenever he arrived he was always brimming over with news from the great world outside our farm about what he had done, and what he was going to do. This time he brought along a new record – a 78, life was different then – of “rag” music and announced that he was going to teach me the dance that went along with it. So after supper Mother and Daddy went out to sit on the front porch and watch the fireflies while on the other side of the screen door Brian and I put the record on, and in our bare feet on the linoleum floor he taught me the “rag”. It didn’t seem to be all that difficult; you just scooted around the floor trying to keep up with the very fast music. When we got to the end of the record we would start it right over again, dancing as hard as we could. Every so often when we got so hot that we thought we were about to expire, we would turn off the record player and go flop down on the front porch with Mother and Daddy. They would laugh at us and we would laugh at ourselves and then we would all watch the fireflies together. We were happy.
Eventually, it got late, and we all went to bed. The next morning we were surprised to see that Brian’s feet were all scratched because my toenails needed cutting. We’d danced so madly that he’d not even noticed.
Here is a marketing story about Boyett’s Family Rayne Water Conditioning.
How we utilized William Brian Boyett’s legend, guns, and people to establish visibility, reputation, intrigue, allure, and stickiness for our dynamic duel whole house carbon filter and water softener.
Through the development of a product called Filtersorb SP3, we found that applying a whole-house carbon filter with our offerings added great value to our client’s water treatment experiences. Beginning with the Filtersorb SP3 product we began utilizing our own tools to create the marketing literature. This saves time and money. Therefore, when it came time to create a product and marketing piece for our new product (our dynamic duel whole house carbon filter and water softener) we pursued the same means to accomplish the task of developing this new brochure. The following picture was taken at my house for the Filtersorb SP3.
To make our name for this new product (our dynamic duel whole house carbon filter and water softener) tie to a western duel we took a picture of a cowboy (that is me) drawing his gun. I used a tripod and my camera (it was a timed – selfie picture). To give our new product stickiness we have decided to use William Brian Boyett’s accouterments. The accouterments we have chosen are Brian’s Colt .45 peacemaker and his gun holster which hangs in Roberta Boyett’s Tempe Arizona home (in the TV room). These items have great meaning to me and therefore give me passion as I develop this marketing program; and desire for great success. The gun holster was purchased in Sante Fe by William Brian Boyett. Here is a picture of Brian wearing this gun holster.
My image can be seen in the reflection as I took this picture with my phone. As I juxtaposed this picture in my business journal I made this note by the picture: these two sure loved one another after all those years. Roberta told me that she was my father’s first (he was 32 years old). I asked how did you know? She said, “A girl knows”. I thought to myself ‘I couldn’t have waited that long’, but this thought gave me high respect for this great man William Brian Boyett. My father had patience in matters having to do with marriage. In my opinion, one of their success formulas was the great passion they had for each other (and great respect).
So I wanted to find out the story of William Brian Boyett’s Colt .45 Peacemaker. I have seen this gun all my life. I played with this gun as a young boy conjuring images of cowboy and Indian duels. I think I have even shot this gun; however, since it is so old ‘this may have been dangerous’. I reached out to my Uncle Dale to see if he knew. This is the e-mail in which I sent.
How is Nadine?
How is Uncle Dale?
How did my father get this Colt .45 gun?
We are building a BB gun story to go along with our new product marketing campaign: dynamic duel
These are the future stories to be added to Desire. You will be listed as my marketing designer.
Thank you so much for helping me connect the dots.
I didn’t really expect Uncle Dale to know, and I was right. However, I am glad I asked. This was a good decision. It was in the form of Aunt Annetta’s beautiful story that the answer appeared.
Aunt Sarah
She wasn’t really anyone’s aunt, at least as far as I knew. She seemed ancient to me. She lived by staying with one distant relative for a while then moving on to another. Once she had been around everybody she started over. When it came our turn to have her stay there was inevitably moaning and groaning from the rest of us, but Mother was kind to her. It appeared that nothing, either good or bad, had ever happened to Aunt Sarah.
Once while she was staying with us, Mother’s father Sid Askew died. Mother had never been close to him – he was distant, taciturn. We, kids, were told to call him “Daddy Sid”, but this appellation did not involve affection. When we sometimes visited him on his little farm outside Woodson, Texas, he seemed not to take notice of any of us, even Mother. I remember that he did once (silently) offer me a stick of chewing gum. I was so shocked that instead of taking it I ran away. I’m sorry about that now.
Anyway, he got older and older, and after a spell in Throckmorton Nursing Home, he died and was buried in Woodson Cemetery. Even though he had not made much of a mark on the world, there was one riveting thing about him. Mother maintained that he had at one time been a deputy sheriff, and in this capacity had owned a Colt .45. Was this true? If so, did he still have it? If so, where was it?
Anyone who knew Brian at all can imagine how interested he was in the possibility of a Colt .45 that had actually been owned by his grandfather. Mother had never felt able to ask her father anything about the gun. He was not fond of talking. But some days after the funeral it was necessary to go sort out his possessions, which had stayed in his little farmhouse while he was in the nursing home. The members of this expedition were Mother, Brian, Aunt Sarah, and me.
It was a great day. I don’t know how old I was, but I was young enough to be in a lather of excitement because Momma had told me that I could have Daddy Sid’s old pots and pans for my playhouse. And of course, Brian’s enthusiasm was infectious. Anyone who knew him remembers that too.
When we arrived we immediately rushed around looking for the gun. Daddy Sid had lived in only one room of the modest farmhouse. There were a few mostly empty cupboards, a trunk full of old clothes, a bed, and a sort of closet laced with cobwebs, but no Colt .45. I greedily latched on to a skillet, a few cracked plates, some strange forks with only two tines, and – great treasure – a large tin canister painted green with a lid painted red, that Daddy Sid had kept flour in. It would take pride of place in my playhouse.
But Brian became increasingly downcast. The Colt .45 was not to be found. Had it been a myth all along? Or if Daddy Sid had had it, would he not have sold it at some point when he needed the money? That scenario began to seem more and more likely.
We were thinking of calling it a day and going home, when we noticed that Aunt Sarah was sitting by the trunk, going through it more carefully than we had, perhaps thinking that she could use some of the old clothes. She was holding something in her lap that was wrapped in a ragged shirt. Then she said, very, very quietly, “I’ve found the gun”. Something had happened to Aunt Sarah at last.
How in the world could my Aunt Annetta remember these great details about such an obtuse object from so long ago? I guess it helps to be smart. This is what we know about Aunt Annetta. Actually, all the Boyett kids were smart; at least from what I have observed. They still impress me to this day. As I was reading Annetta’s story I had to look up the meaning of the word taciturn. I remembered that Annetta speaks several languages and continues to study and improve. I know my Uncle Dale continues to improve each day through his musical contributions and this is how my father raised Katrina and me. For example, we saw my father improving at every moment. In my sister’s tribute to my father – she used the phrase ‘He was a man who couldn’t be kept still’. He taught Katrina and me to improve the process continuously. How? By living the example he learned from his father.
Aunt Annetta’s story has given William Brian Boyett’s Colt .45 great leverage in my mind. My passion for this project has increased X 100; because I am the cowboy wearing the gun.
08.15.14 10:05 AM. This Dynamic Duel brochure represents to me the culmination of family collaboration and associating my father’s great history and legacy with his very interesting accouterments – to develop meaningful and exciting marketing media (for his treasured company). We think this product will be famous in our company and with many of our customers. I have the gun, and I will carry this in my possession each day until we gain 1000 customers (utilizing the Dynamic Duel product). What happens next? There is another gun. The real interesting question is – will these guns be loaded?
By the way, here is the link to the dynamic duel product that has been very influential to my father’s company.
Dynamic Duel – Whole House Carbon System – Boyett’s Family Water Treatment (azh2o.com)
Here is what I like about this product the most:
The story.
Here is the whole story:
I have been paying attention to things that catch my eye
I was at Dr. Richard Ray’s office getting my neck and back adjusted and I saw this picture that caught my eye.
It serves great usefulness – and it looks so cool.
Here is another image that caught my eye
These are Texas Bluebonnets in the land of Texas.
It caught my eye because my father loved Texas and loved this flower. He spent his life in Arizona trying to grow this flower here.
It is true that our stray office cat Bossy is a secret ingredient of my office work.
Here is an image of Bossy at the feet of my desk.
My only gripe about Bossy is he prefers to drink water from the toilet.
82% of our AZH2O (Phoenix metro AZ – East Valley AZ) is recycled wastewater. In wastewater, there is E.Coli, coliform, and pathogens. This method is the simplest to make sure that you have delicious, safe, and plentiful drinking water.
7487 Clarify Reverse Osmosis (azh2o.com)
Here is a short story about our business history with Rayne Water Conditioning of Phoenix Arizona Scottsdale Arizona, Cave Creek Arizona, and Anthem Arizona.
A man named Byron Trott runs a big company called BDT Capital Partners.
This company acquired Culligan Water; and recently purchased Rayne Water Conditioning, San Tan Valley AZ. When our Rayne Water Conditioning franchise agreement ended on March 31, 2023, Byron Trott informed my family through a man named Bret Vessey that they will no longer renew our franchise agreement. When my founder mother and father entered into a franchise agreement with Rayne Water Conditioning in Avondale, AZ, and Buckeye AZ as Boyett’s family Rayne Water Conditioning – it was a wise notion to place our family name there. In the year 1966, my founder parents entered into a franchise agreement with Rayne Water Conditioning because of a great businessman Dave Nancarrow: I believe they placed our family name there because of this notion: to demonstrate to our loyal and trusting clients that we are fully committed to treating your water with great passion and making you feel like part of our family. We want you to know that your peace of mind is our pleasure. We also want you to know this: we are committed to following great water treatment principles to provide you with affordable, delicious, convenient, and safe drinking water.
Here are some areas in which we work and here is what we do when we get there
Whole house water treatment Phx, AZ
Whole house water treatment San Tan Valley, AZ
Whole house water treatment Chandler, AZ
Whole house water treatment Buckeye, AZ
Whole house water treatment Scottsdale, Arizona
Whole house water treatment in Cave Creek, Arizona
This was probably more information than you wanted to know about us (me). I can tell you this about my life. I have only done a couple of things in my career:
Worked at Dunkin Donuts, Tempe AZ during college
Worked at Home Depot, Tempe AZ for 6 months after college ‘This was one of the best experiences I have had’; I simultaneously worked part-time at Basha’s family grocery store (these days we are fortunate to rent treat the water for some of the Basha’s – ‘big honor’).
I operated my own bottled water business for a couple of years – lived in Hidden Valley, Arizona, and utilized a bottled water plant in Gila Bend, AZ to fill my bottles.
Circa 1995
When I was not working at Boyett’s family water treatment (and I saw my family’s trucks driving on the road) – the action that always impressed me is this:
Boyett’s family water treatment delivers salt (NaCl, sodium chloride). It is a simple notion that has always impressed me even today. My promise to you is this: we will always deliver salt to our VIPs.
My most successful moments in life have been promoting and providing my family’s services and products. My most satisfying moments these days are creating and developing products and services together: that you want and trust and want more and tell others. This is the epitome of our approach. Thank you for allowing us to perform this very important rental water treatment work that we love. It is the trust and loyalty of our clients that is the most important to us. This is what keeps our engines running.
Respectfully, Hayden Boyett
Cell ‘text is best’ 602.291.4157
hayden@azh2o.com
In my professional, and humble opinion; these are the finest water treatment technicians and customer service representatives that I have ever had the honor to work with
