Words from Disunity?

I don’t mean to get too serious in this column, but I want to begin by saying how grateful I am to readers who have risen to the occasion to support our new nonprofit entity, Syncopated Media, Inc. I am the most self-conscious person I know when it comes to asking for money. I am embarrassed to send out subscription renewal cards and ad invoices and mortified to solicit charitable funds. I wince in retrospect at trick-or-treating. I recoil at the idea of being one of those people who stand at the highway on-ramps, holding cardboard signs. My own sign, were I to display it, would read IMPOSTOR SYNDROME SUFFERER or simply I AM NOT WORTHY. And its words would be written with an extra-fine Sharpie on a dark background. I can’t muster the bravado that fundraising entails. Which is why I deeply appreciate those who have more than met me halfway with incredibly generous donations. We’re still in the process of setting up the basics of the corporation, but we should have paperwork completed and a separate nonprofit bank account established within a few days of this writing. My accountant informs me that I need to let people know my Syncopated Media EIN (Employer Identification Number) if they wish to deduct their contributions; let it be known here that I can send you that information if I neglected to divulge it to you when you contributed. The truth is that I have achieved nonprofit