Letters from the Editors

Home for the Holiday

Dear Readers,

We here at Trop are not the types to decorate. The massive suite of well-appointed offices we call home is an admirable model of stripped down, modernist, less-is-more aesthetic. So no surprise that when one of our personal assistants adorned her cubicle entrance with a string of those festive Thanksgiving lights with the twinkly-eyed pilgrims and LED turkeys and blinking cranberries, the rest of the staff was less than impressed.

But Tropsters are nothing if not accommodating of one another’s idiosyncrasies. Whether they’re expressed via podcast, essay, or even through a misguided impulse purchase, whimsy and perversion are traits to be admired.

In fact, the cheap glitz of Thanksgiving lights put us so in the mood that we decided to turn off all the other office lights. We stood around the assistant’s cubicle with our mouths open wide, our heads flung back and our eyes tightly closed, singing every Thanksgiving carol we knew. Loud and clear and true we sang, long into the night.

That didn’t take as long as you might think.

Trop’s offices are shut down starting now and for the remainder of the holiday weekend. It’s our sincere hope that you can get along without new postings from us until Monday, November 26, because every member of our well-paid staff is flying someplace this weekend, to see our mothers and fathers and our mistresses, and our faithful old pet ponies which don’t get ridden nearly enough now that our demanding careers have taken off.

See you Monday—we’ll let you know how it goes.

Jill Riddell, Editor-At-Large

Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.