Scrapbooking for Freaks
It started with a 5 AM email from my father. “It does not sound politically correct but I have been there and saw it with my own eyes. So really think this over.” He signed it with a “Love” and below it, the default signature of his name and company. Even the printout was perfect, the little icon of a globe in the upper left-hand corner and the font an outdated Courier New. I couldn’t bear to imagine it just archived and eventually deleted with all the “Your Firm Today” emails.
So I took a late lunch, walking to the office supply store just past Bryant Park. I purchased a report cover and clear sheet protectors and a box of Mike n’ Ikes - funky backgrounds and Sharpied captions in thought-bubble neon stickers felt out of place with the kind of somber, symbolic papers I wanted to save. “Daddy sez dont take that project in Morocco!!” “A watercolor I made of my ex… WEIRD!!!!!” This is my 10-K, fiscal year 2012, and it’s riddled with fraudulent misstatements.
