An open thank-you note to the gang at Red Room headquarters (and to the venal bunch at Price-Waterhouse-Cooper.)
I’d like to post this open note of thanks to Ivory Madison, Huntington Sharp, and all the others in the RR hierarchy for awarding me the “Bronze” medal. Alas! My bedraggled finish in the 61-day “member” marathon fell far short of winning the gold or the silver. (And though I gave my all, if it weren’t for some last minute skullduggery on the part of Price-Waterhouse—which is now officially Price-Waterhouse-Cooper—I would have come in but a day late, a dollar short, and plumb out of the money.
When my wife and I first beheld our prize--the unique apron and napkins inscribed with tidbits of literary legacy--we actually cried prolongedly, realizing how close we came to being without them. During those future times when we use them, we shall truly feel we are, indeed, a part of the literati.
And, Ivory, we shall forever cherish your handwritten card. Having your personal signature is perhaps the greater memento. It’s not just legal proof suggesting that we know you, but it includes a congratulatory comment as well!
Thank you. Thank you. (And we thank Price-Waterhouse-Cooper, too.)