By John Pilchard
I’d first like to start this by acknowledging that this is an open letter to a company that I love. I still haven’t fully grasped the definition of an open letter, and I’m not entirely sure how the U.S. postal system works, but regardless here we are. Both are more or less pleasantries anyway.
(Stamps cost how much?)
This is a thank you to a company who, from such an early age, kindled discovery within me. It’s hard to point out singular moments that defined those moments of discovery, wonder, and curiosity throughout child hood. It’s even harder to recognize a single entity. But if you’re able, I assume you’re a creative type. Or unemployed. Or both.
This is an open letter to a company who comfortably kindled the notion that maybe it was all right to become the very best. And more importantly, that it was all right if you didn’t. This is for the company who very recently told me that, if you had the means, it was ok to walk to work. Take the scenic route. See what’s out there. Air conditioning will be there at the end of your journey, most likely.