Tuesday, July 29, 2003 Dear Secret Genius
I've never met you (as far as I know, that is!), but I know your work. You are the architecht of my world, and your handiwork bears your creative signature just as clearly as if you had signed your handiwork with a pen or a paint marker. I'm writing today, Secret Genius, to thank you for writing the script for my telephone surveying assignment this week. As you know, I've been calling Texas during dinner time, right as they are roping the entrees and executing them. The words you have chosen for me to speak to Texas about Tort Reform show the kind of attention to craft and detail that I have come to expect from you and you alone.
I originally wanted, as I sat in my half-cubby confusing the elderly today by activating their telephone-machines, to congratulate you on the phrase "won't protect Texans". After I said it four hundred times, though, I really developed a soft spot for "let the elected politicians of the Texas legislature decide." Only you, Secret Genius. Only you.
In deepest sincerity and physical mouth-pain,
Cara posted by Frenz | 7/29/2003 11:58:00 PM
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