Note in a Closet
Be sure to read Wally Bock today:
None of the really important things are "valuable" in a monetary sense. Downstairs, in the closet, is a framed note to my father from the poet Edwin Markham. It thanks dad for his service as Markham's secretary and wishes him well in life. The closing is gloriously Victorian, "Yours to command" in Markham's flowery script.