We have engaged many speakers over the years. Every now and then one of them remembers to thank us for inviting them to join the pretty choice list. Bobbie Ann Mason, God love her, sent us an exceptionally nice note that we framed and hung. But usually the most we hear from our departed guests is a canceled check, like the one from the thriller writer who looked as if he might actually have escaped from Mme Tussaud’s thriller-writer-wing. Then we got this from our most recent guest, so we pretty much feel thanked for the next decade. We’re actually blushing.