Fellow under Fortiers Jackie and Andrea over at SCV-Family.com have posted a reflection on their 40 under Forty awards so I thought I would too. Here goes.
It’s been a long time coming for me. Four plus years of slaving away at SCVTalk, furiously pounding my keyboard, waiting, watching, hoping someone might read the site. In the early days I celebrated a single page view. My first month of SCVTalk, some 27 people stopped by. I was lonely. There were times I wanted to give up. The SCV had rejected me, I thought.
No longer.
I’m now bona-fide. I’m SCV Elite. I’m an A-lister. I have made my way to the top of the SCV Mountain. I no longer just stare from afar at the SCV’s numerous weekly charity/business mixers, I now get invited -begged!- to come to them. I’ve even been invited to Robinson Ranch, where the SCV’s Old Money hangs out. Me, the raggedy Newhall blogger, hobnobbing & clanking champagne flutes with the elite, the best of the best of the SCV.
My picture might even appear in one of those glossy advertainment mags people in the 91355 get for free. I’ve always wanted one in my mailbox. Soon, I will be in your’s.
40 under Forty for me means more than just the special undergarments I received in the mail last week, more than the secret handshake the other 39 and I use to communicate, more than the elaborate Skull & Bones-type rituals The Forty hold at the top of the Magic Mountain tower. It’s so much more than that: 40 under Forty is a Way of Life, a brotherhood even, like the X Men.
And like the X Men, I can invoke The Power of The Forty for my protection and benefit. I can use it to, for example, not just get out of traffic tickets but get a police escort south when the Newhall Pass is shut down. The 40 Under Forty Gold Plated card I carry in my wallet entitles me to free lifetime Slurpees at participating SCV 7-Elevens. When I saw that Bridgeport had prohibited photography I laughed, because my 40 Under Forty card exempts me from such prohibitions.
I laugh too when I enjoy a spicy Chik-Fil-A sandwich…..on Sundays.
Did you know Trader Joe’s has a secret and always-stocked section of their store just for 4o Under Forty people?
No?
Well you wouldn’t, because you’re not 40 under Forty, and I am.
I go to get fitted for a cape this afternoon, but I wanted to conclude by telling you that you have my word that I will use The Power of the Forty for the good of the people of the SCV. Because unlike the other 39, who are “all members of the local business community,” my power derives from you, my readers. And so on this great day of triumph, of my ascent to the very upper echelon of polite SCV society, I thank you, my readers and fellow contributors, for being my raison d’etre, for being the wind beneath my wings, for making me laugh, think, feel, and understand, and for participating in this place we call home.
Up up and away!
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