Harry Pattison

WHO DO I WANT TO WORK WITH?

Anyone who is tired of the same old thing. And the same old think. People who ask the question. People who don’t really pay attention to the answer because it’s beside the point. People who read the signs of the times and roll their eyes. People who cry when they laugh. People who notice things. People whose minds wander. People who are more interested in the yellow wood than the two roads diverging there. People who know the difference between compromise and settle and know that there really isn’t any. People with a sense of taste.



WHAT DO I BRING TO THE PICNIC?

A combination of scripture and algebra, vaudeville and courtroom decorum, bedside manner and the unusualest of the usual shenanigans.



WHAT DO YOU GET?

Intelligence. Respect. Taste. Optimism/Cynicism/Optimism/Cynicism. Damned gall. A point of view. Sack cloth. Accusation. Spit wads. The shoe of an altar boy. Demands. Punch lines. Respect for the work of Whitman, Joyce, Einstein, Bruce and Jobs. Ambivalence for the feat of the interstate highway system. Appreciation for the loyalty of a boy dog named “Lassie” and the pain that must have caused his parents. The child Jesus Christ and Buster Keaton never had. The long-overdue response to the Spanish Inquisition, Nazis and the guy who thought up tract housing. Despair at the disappearance of the caboose. The tenacity of Mr. Rogers. The audacity of Rosa Parks. The phobia of Pyotr Tchaikovsky. And the blind determination to prove P.T. Barnum wrong.