One thousand thank-you letters! Even my optimistic husband Frank was
taken aback by the job of replying to all the old friends and others
who congratulated him on his Nobel Prize.
Frank–who doesn’t like to do a not-very-good job on anything–solved the problem of
replying-quickly versus replying-personally in a characteristically
outside-the-box-Frank way.
He wrote a sonnet he could send everyone fast.
Then he organized his in-box so he could write real replies one day at a
time–first to all the As–then to all the Bs–then, on Thursday night, his
hard disk crashed. It’s off at Disk Doctors being (hopefully) salvaged.
But if you wrote to Frank and your first name begins with C, you’re top on his list when he gets his computer back.