Monday, September 19, 2005

The Business

D is putting together a small retail craft venture, and she and I were talking about designing some cards. Which made me remember (don’t know why I’m in such an anecdotal mood lately, but there it is) the best business card I ever saw.

I forget the fellow’s actual name, now, which is terrible of me. He was an older man, retired; a man apparently of some means, who devoted a great deal of time to singing—with his church choir and in amateur theatricals: I met him when we were both in a production of HMS Pinafore, in which I sang Deadeye.

By way of an introduction he handed me his card, which read, in full, something like this:


...only with his actual name, you know.

Class. When I grow up, I want to be a mad old man like that.

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