I got a letter from Bob Newhart today.
It was sent to me along with my certificate for winning fourth place in that Robert Benchley Society essay contest. I am pretty thrilled at getting his comments (all four winners got letters.)
He writes, “Originally I had ranked you number one because you used my name. But then I discovered that everyone knew I was the judge, so I had to move you to fourth [for sucking up].” *grin*
I *think* he’s kidding.
Yep, that was a gamble mentioning him at the end of the essay. But I do think he was teasing. Anyhow, there must be a Larger Purpose in having me not win #1. I need to figure out where to concentrate my efforts.
All is forgiven–well, mostly. *grin* I shall restore my DVDs of the Bob Newhart show to their place of honor alongside Mary Tyler Moore, Dobie Gillis, and MTV’s Daria.
No money is awarded to third/fourth place winners. The award letter said they’d still like me to come to the party in October and speak if I want to, but there’s no way we could get up there. If I spend money on going anyplace, it’ll be to see what is left of Big Sur. *SIGH* And now Yosemite is threatened with a ring of fire 12 miles away and moving forward. Caused, they think, by an idiot shooting targets in the woods!
We must stop the heat wave. The pavement is melting.