Look Who's Hawking

It's beginning to look a lot like fundraiser; our March Membership Drive begins on Monday. And it was only a matter of time. For five years, I have had the luxury of being safely ensconced, off-air in (as Joel calls it) the web hovel, while everyone else took a turn with the heavy lifting in the pitch room. In an email with the subject line "Read or Die!" Jackie informs me that my get-out-of-jail-free card has been revoked and I will be covering a shift on-air. Good thing I've memorized the toll-free number.

The skills should be there, somewhere in the DNA. In his career my father sold Fuller brushes, Electrolux vacuum cleaners, World Book encyclopedias, Remington Rand adding machines, and, proving that he could in fact sell shoes to a snake--Triangle shoes. "You just have to believe in the product," he said. I hang my hat on that hope--and that a service with real intrinsic worth will mostly sell itself. It's encouraging that I will be paired up with Joel; we can be a little geek support group. Hope to hear from all of you next week.