Dear mando-friends,
I recently went to the bank, asking for Date-of-Death valuations on my late aunt's accounts— a routine document, required by many tax regimes, especially in Europe. Instead, the bank promptly sent my wife a letter of condolence on
my passing
also informing her that my name had been removed from all
our accounts.
Our world being as digitally interconnected as it is, I must hasten to assure you all, in aptly Mark-Twain-esque fashion, that rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. I would not be at all surprised if digital echoes of my passing reach you one way or another. But no; all commissions I have undertaken will be delivered shortly, as scheduled.
Beyond life,
mors est quies viatoris, finis est omnis laboris. I intend to scribble as fast and furiously until that point in time. Considering that my great-aunt, the first professional musician in our family, just turned
107 this past Saturday, I may still have quite a while to go...
Cheers,
Victor
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