Was compared to Winston Churchill and JFK tonight after my spiel (thank gawd, eh?) (And
my_own_petard, I had some help from the audience. Fodder as we called it.)
Definitely approve of the Winnie, and I'll take the JFK. No shoe-banging, but some hell-raising in as tame of a way as I'm capable, but the host house was full of Soviet-era art and lacquered boxes. Some very lovely pieces, indeed, that I wish I could have taken home.
Beautiful property. More beauty than I will ever personally "own."
You don't get rich at a non-profit. But you visit their houses and are hopeful for mo' money with strongly complimentary words at the end of the night. Or at least a sweet job offer, eh?