My Bluegrass Baby
“I was spending the evening in my office working, rather than going home like a normal person. Mr. Leavitt’s grandkids were in town, which wasn’t exactly conducive to creative work. They tended to gather on the porch, four feet from my door, and play card games that involved smacking each other.
Josh and I had already submitted our proposed redesign contest materials to Ray. While Josh had rejected my title, “Give Sammy the Squirrel a Tail-Lift,” we had agreed on “A Whole New Squirrel: Help ...Us Make Sammy Brighter-Eyed and Bushier-Tailed.” With Dorie Ann’s help, we came up with a printed brochure to distribute at campsites and state parks. We did another kid-friendly form for camps and daycares. And using Kelsey’s knowledge of Info Monkey, we designed an online submission tool to allow artists to submit their updated Sammys to the conservation council via e-mail. It was clever, colorful, and coherent—Ray’s favorite c’s. At the moment, the legal department was reviewing the forms for hidden genitalia or illegal language.MoreLess
Josh and I had already submitted our proposed redesign contest materials to Ray. While Josh had rejected my title, “Give Sammy the Squirrel a Tail-Lift,” we had agreed on “A Whole New Squirrel: Help ...Us Make Sammy Brighter-Eyed and Bushier-Tailed.” With Dorie Ann’s help, we came up with a printed brochure to distribute at campsites and state parks. We did another kid-friendly form for camps and daycares. And using Kelsey’s knowledge of Info Monkey, we designed an online submission tool to allow artists to submit their updated Sammys to the conservation council via e-mail. It was clever, colorful, and coherent—Ray’s favorite c’s. At the moment, the legal department was reviewing the forms for hidden genitalia or illegal language.MoreLess
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