Looks good to me! I chuckled at the “godfather” comment; last night I watched the “Seinfeld” episode where Jerry does what Elaine calls the “world’s worst Godfather impression.”

Dear Dennis:

Although I have never heard of any documented case of a Whitman author awakening with the severed head of a horse in his bed, I would never want to push you too far to see what might happen! (Perhaps a guillotined book spine)?

With respect,

Joel

Not too long ago, for my work in book publishing, I was granted the title of Lieutenant Colonel, Aide de Camp, Governor’s Staff by the State of Georgia. While most Georgia colonels mistake this as a purely honorary sinecure, or use it solely to plump up their curricula vitae, I’m not afraid to take full advantage of holding a command position in the state’s military.

Don’t force my hand, is what I’m getting at.

-- Colonel Dennis Tucker, former d-mned Yankee

As numismatic director of Whitman I hereby confer upon you this additional title, in view of your intelligence, personality, and other attributes:

Grand Poobah of Numismatology, First Class

Dear Lt. Col. Tucker, Poobah First Class:

Springing, as I do, from a long line of forebears who ran away, not to fight another day, but rather to run away again, I hereby proactively tender my surrender to the Georgia troops you are leading. I count on your status as an officer and a gentleman to provide me with a prison berth that stocked with the essentials--Cuban cigars, French Champagne, Russian caviar, etc. War is Hell.

Your Prisoner,

Joel J. Orosz, Craven Coward J.G.