The other day, I got a letter from Gerard Schwarz, the Music Director of the Seattle Symphony.
"Oh good," I think. "A letter from the Maestro."
Now I know they'll be asking me for money, but I don't mind, because I love the symphony, I'm proud to support it, and I really like Gerard Schwarz. Such a handsome, personable man. And a wonderful conductor.
So I open the envelope, pull out the letter, and turn it over to look at the signature. (I always do this.)
And where was Mr. Schwarz' signature? No where!
The letter was from Paul Meecham, Executive Director and Symphony donor!
I don't have anything against Mr. Meecham. I'm sure he's a nice man and very talented. But I go to the Symphony to see Mr. Schwarz. And I'd pay attention to him, just like I do in the concert hall.
Mr. Meecham, if you read this, don't feel bad. I'll probably be writing you a check anyway. But I sure would like to hear from Mr. Schwarz!