Dear Lord Henriott

A fanfares of trumpets blare and from the oak-lined halls of the Renaissance the riders emerge, clad in red and gold and mounted upon ebony steeds. Through the vast realms of cyberspace they ride, each to his appointed destination, where each will kneel before a Lord chosen for invitation to the noble ranks from which they came.

"My Lord, so greatly have our Fair Ladies doted upon thee, and praised thy virtues so highly, that the other Lords of the Renaissance request thy presence among them with an offering of the highest honor--that of a Renaissance Men membership. Please accept this crest and the honor bestowed upon your deserving brow."

Yours in Brotherhood, Jayson Gadreaux The Renaissance Men