Posted on Wednesday, June 8, 2011
in Letters to the World
Dear Vanessa Williams,
All these years I doubted you. And you were right.
Sometimes the snow comes down in June
I said to myself, “She’s insane. Snow never comes down in June.” But it’s down. Right now. As I write this. And you knew it all along. And now I have egg on my face.
Guess that’s what happens when you doubt Miss America – something I will never do again.
What can I do to prove my contrition? I could wash your car, or bake cupcakes for your children’s school bake sales. Wait, I heard schools don’t do bake sales anymore because suddenly every child in America has a peanut allergy or vomits after eating wheat.
Isn’t this world a crazy place?