Newsletter
Oh my, I have arrived. I feel so posh: I just got my first West Hollywood West Residents’ Association (WHWRA) Newsletter, thus certifying that I am indeed a denizen of West Hollywood West. Yes, they say west twice. I guess it’s because I’m at the western-most cusp. I’m so close to Beverly Hills I could throw a stone and hit it, but of course I would never, because they have their own stones over there and probably don’t want ours mingling in.
Anyway. It’s a very nice newsletter, printed in full color on stiff, smooth white paper. The president of WHWRA is Steven Golightly. Yes, really. I thought that was a made-up name when Holly Golightly appeared in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but apparently it’s a real live name! There’s a cut-out section if I want to join the Resident’s Association and pay dues.
I just might do it. I usually bridle at the very word “dues” because … well… it usually isn’t due. I don’t, for instance, feel I owe anything to the faculty association at my school, that irritating bunch who try to squeeze $25 out of me every year so they can buy flowers for every teacher who has a baby. If it were going to provide birth control instead, I might be tempted.
But for the WHWRA, I just might cough it up, if only for the chance to someday meet a man I can call President Golightly. My God, that’s priceless. And look! On page 2 it says that the WHWRA will soon have full-fledged 501©(3) tax status, so the dues will be tax deductible! Could it be? Have I found a little Galt’s Gulch of fiscal conservatives in West Hollywood? Shivers are running down my spine. I wonder if they’ll accept a personal check.
