Fragments From Floyd

...when my ship came in. Somehow it came up in casual conversation with the Edward Jones office secretary that it was about time for them to start looking for a local image to use for their annual Christmas card. Well, I don't have to be walloped with a fence post to see an opportunity. And so I offered as how I might just have a few pictures in my gallery that they would be interested in. Sure, she said, and I left her the link to the web gallery. I called a couple of hours later to confirm they could access it. And no, EJones Inc wouldn't allow them access to this "unauthorized" non-business site. Fine, I'll be coming back to see the rep next week, I'll put the images on a disk. Which I did. And so Friday, I called after Mr. C. had the better part of a week to look at the images, five of them, all decked out in mock picture frames, just to enhance the image, make it look a bit more post-cardy. "Yes, he did take a look at them. He really liked Number 4" she said enthusiastically. The proverbial foot was in the door now! I had intentions now of encouraging Mr. C. to send the image on and suggest perhaps it should be purchased for all the rural EJones offices in Virginia, maybe in the southeast. I was already counting the camera lens money pouring in. "Yeah, he really was impressed. Problem is, the main office moved him to Florida. Yesterday was his last day here." Sick Transit Gloria Monday.