One of these days, in a while, I’m going to retire. I will have worked here for 35 years, so I am expecting a gathering of some kind, probably with cake, during work hours, on my last day. I am also expecting to be asked to say a few words. This is the kind of thing that I think (obsess) about way in advance.
I have thought of and rejected lots of things to say. I want to be brief but not insipid. The following is what I have arrived at so far, and I seem to be stuck and uninspired to find anything better, so please tear this apart and help me build something better.
"Thank you all for being here, it’s very kind (blah blah blah, heartfelt but I can probably wing this part). I want to leave you with parting thoughts of such surpassing wisdom that they will become legendary. Unfortunately, I can’t think of any.
I am, however, reminded of the endings of two movies. One you’ve never seen, one everyone knows by heart. The first is called “The Browning Version,” and if you do ever see it, think of me at the end.
The second is the ending of “The Wizard of Oz.” Dorothy spends her whole time in Oz trying to get home, but when she is finally about to go, she realizes that she hates to leave the friends that she has made there. Me too.
So, with a bow to Terry Southern, it is with truly mixed feelings that I say good-bye, and wish you all the best (blah blah, heartfelt again but best extempore, I think)."
So there it is. Here’s a cleaver, and there’s a scalpel over there, please commence the plastic surgery.
Roddy