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The Power of the Pen

Have you written any thank-you notes lately?  My Mother drilled into me the importance of writing them as a child. I don't think I write as many these days as I should. People just don't write letters anymore, right?  But even though technology has changed how we communicate, it shouldn't change our need to express thanks.

And there is one thank-you note that I really, really need to write.

Dear Columbia Council Representatives,

Thank you so much for your recent vote in support the Inner Arbor/McCall Plan for Symphony Woods. It was just what I wanted!  The best part is that I can share it with my family, friends, and neighbors.  It's a really thoughtful gift.

The Symphony Woods project is a gift that will keep on giving. I am so excited to be a part of something new and beautiful for Columbia. Finally we have found a way for other generations to contribute to something lasting and meaningful for our community. We love Columbia, too. We want to build on its great beginnings.

Columbia--long a supporter of the arts--will have a dinner theater, a children's theater, a tree-house amphitheater for outdoor performances. The Columbia Association--our advocates in fostering a better quality of life--will have a much-needed new headquarters in an appealing setting. (I think it will encourage more community participation.) Our community--home to schools, charitable groups, and other worthy non-profits--will have a space for proms, fundraising events, and other large celebrations.

Symphony Woods--meant to be a place for the people--will be cared for, beautified, treasured.

I was so energized by the work you did on this project that I decided that I want to be a Columbia Council Representative, too. I hope that I will be able to work with you and contribute to this and other projects that help make Columbia awesome.

Thanks again,



Julia McCready

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