HUMOR
I’ve Now Resorted to Bribing The Curators
If at first you don’t succeed, try giving them stuff

Psst, Curators – it’s me,
I trust that this missive finds you well. Or if not well, at least beneficent.
I’ve been able to snag a copy of Mrs. Crumble’s recipe for strawberry cheesecake, which I’m willing to let go in exchange for a curation in dessert.
I’ve left a small sample in the non-fiction section of the Wallingford library as an incentive.
It’s behind the copy of The Oxford Encyclopedia of Wheat Germ, Vol. 43, which I think it’s safe to assume won’t be going anywhere, anytime soon.
I am also prepared to offer an alternative in the shape of my neighbor’s new Model X. I could slot you in for a thirty minute drive this Sunday, while he’s at church, if that suits. It seats four comfortably.
I’m afraid both offers combined is out of the question, unless you’re prepared to throw in a week of curation in a topic of my choice.
I think you’ll find this to be a more than acceptable arrangement. The Model X is a very nice ride with breathtaking performance, and I can personally attest to the airiness of Mrs. Crumble’s shortcake crust.
This has just come in at the last minute. I have it on good authority my brother-in-law will be away on business this coming week. He has a lovely home in upstate New York, and I happen to know he never locks the back door.
You could pretty much have the run of the place for almost seven days.
I’m confident you won’t find an offer better than this one. I can hold it open for you until noon, but I can’t make any guarantees as to availability after that time.
This is a very nice home in the Catskills with a pool and sauna, plus trails nearby suitable for both the novice and more experienced hiker.
Please bid appropriately. Serious offers of curation only will be considered.
I have already received an offer of a one year supply of weekly curation in This Happened to Me from curator Dave R.
I await your timely response.
Yours in the ever-shrinking realms of eternal hopefulness,
Bob James
The above was spawned by the below prompt from Susan Brearley:






