Dear Eric, This is to notify you that--but what's the use? You with your sloppy ways have already tossed this where you think it belongs, in the garbage with the tuna can torn open in a state of hunger. And down there, in the trashbag, underneath the coffee grounds and next to that despised bill, ignored like the used Kleenex or the junk mail, this letter will sit till doomsday or the trash goes out. Open me. Rip my pasted lip wide. Think twice about dumping every piece of mail today with the eggshells, the used-up wine bottles, the spoiled meat and the bones. This is to notify you that another chance is gone. What you would have gotten you'll never know. The Awards Committee