Somewhere around the mid 90's, I apparently had an aol email address that was similar to that of a high-ranking member of the EMDRA, the EMDR Association.
The first message I received was some very cryptic meeting notes. I replied to the sender and politely explained that the message had been misdirected, and needed to be re-sent to the intended recipient.
The second message, which I received a few weeks later, congratulated me for having been appointed the head of the Publicity Committee for the EMDRA. This time I sent a reply-all (there were about 20 cc's) accepting the position, thanking the organization for the honor, and explaining that while so far my efforts at publicity had been limited to putting up a sign reading "EMDR -- Wow!!!" on my front lawn, I was eager to swing into action once they filled me in on a few details, such as what EMDR stood for. To whet their appetites for our future creative adventures, I confided: "I'm thinking, blimps blimps blimps!"
After that I did not expect to receive a third message. But, I did! This time it was an announcement of the scheduling of a committee meeting.
By then I had looked up what EMDR was, so I replied with complete specifications and a budget estimate for the "EMDR Blimp" (actually a dirigible), outfitted with 20 meter long port and starboard light bars, a high-powered audio system, and a cargo of basic humanitarian relief supplies, which would be dispatched to disaster sites to deliver aid and mass EMDR therapy. I pointed out that the blimp would inevitably be seen in television news footage, so that "EMDRA will quickly become to disasters what Goodyear is to football games." I also pointed out the deep mythic resonance of the image of lights in the sky signaling relief and comfort after times of distress: the Valkyrie, the Star of Bethlehem, the rainbow after Noah's flood, angels, the break of dawn, and so forth. I told them: "If you're willing to make the investment, this could be the greatest publicity masterstroke since Tang went into orbit."
And it would've been, too, darn it. 9/11 was only a few years later, and many's the time I imagined a parallel universe where the EMDR Blimp hovered for weeks over lower Manhattan.
Respectfully,
Myriad