Raconteur Theatre Company

I had an epiphany, that morning. Perhaps it was the high altitude, frostbite, oxygen depravation… science will likely have many theories. But as I squinted;  looked down off the cliffs, down past base camp 2, to the valley below, I saw it: two words, etched in granite, resplendant in the morning dawn: Raconteur Theatre.

I have accomplished many things in my life. I brokered an amicable treaty between the Duchy of Monaco and the Viceroy of Consular Affairs, thus avoiding further strife in the ambassadorial ranks. I am a notary. I have franking privileges in thirteen countries and seven emirates. I make money when the price of gas goes up or down. I’m an incurable romantic, a calculating tactician and an irrepressible scoundrel. I have served in numerous capacities in many different situations that can not be spoken of in good company or without the promise of attorney-client privilege.

And, I have very nearly made it to the summit of Mt. Everest.

Because, on that day, I looked up, looked down, and realized that the mountain I had to climb was not rock, but drama.

I now sit in a private rail car, trundling slowly through Nepal. My porter has poured me a snifter of brandy. I’m smoking a pipe. I plot my future. My exquisitely crafted timepiece whispers a constant reminder. Carpe Diem!, it says to me. And so I shall. 

I’ll be in constant communique with my operatives in Columbus. They assure me the field is fallow. I hasten my return.

Yours in humble supplication,

John C. Raconteur