A good friend called me the other day and asked if my wife and I were going to attend a fundraiser ‘gala’ for a local non-profit organization. I was on the board of this organization for a number of years and in addition to a substantial financial contribution, I also donated a great deal of time developing their brand identity and various marketing pieces.
My knee-jerk reaction to my friend’s question was fairly severe–in that I felt slighted, having never received an invitation. I know this because I have been granted a sensory gift. I can hear a mail truck from at least 4 miles away and ever since childhood, the shutting of the mailbox door causing me to spring into action! So, as the family’s snail-mail gatekeeper, I know for a fact that a gala invite had never touched down at the old homestead.
Feeling under-appreciated and disgruntled, I attempted to erase every mental fragment of this particular organization from my mind. But then…
It was brought to my attention that printed invitations had neither been printed or mailed. All correspondence had been done through e-mail!
B-Z-Z-Z-Z! (ear-splitting wail of the marketing communications penalty buzzer)
Lets be completely serious. Despite being ultra-green and economical, the novelty of electronic messages evaporated several years ago.
My e-mail inbox has a leak so BIG, that six dozen, Hans Brinkers–would not be able to control the flow.
As I constantly struggle to bring the inbox to ‘E’–even Gary Cooper would fall victim to the speed of my itchy trigger finger as it reaches for the 'unsubscribe' button.