Thanks to our Mentors! - Chicostart

We honored our mentors at our 2015 Holiday Mixer and I am happy to share a little jingle that White Tie Fantasy put together for the mentors. Enjoy!

Hello Wendy,

There are really so many stories we could tell about our mentors its hard to pick one. Weather it was Brad teaching us about our own tech stack, or Jays guidance on IP before a critical investor meeting, everyone you have put us in touch with has been more valuable than words can describe. So in the spirit of the holidays we wanted to send you something that addressed your request for “creative” “testimonial”. Perhaps this works.

White Tie Christmas Tale

‘Twas the months before Christmas, when all through the site
Not a creature was coding, not even a bite;
The white ties were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that investors soon would be there;
The founders were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of stock prices danced in their heads;
And Chris in his ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When down at ChicoStart there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
A fob through the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to advisors below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a mentor named Kevin who met for a beer,
With a little blonde Wendy so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment she thought we would click.
More rapid than eagles her mentors they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Kevin! now, Jay! now Bradleford and Jason!
On Justin! on, Todd! on, Nate and now Declan!
From the tap of the Handlebar! to the municipal walls!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As papers that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a business, mount to the sky;
So up to the shared workspace the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of startups, and St.Wendy too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in a room
The guidance and teachings of Jon Gregory’s boom.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
From the conference room came Brad with a bound.
He was dressed all in prep, from his head to his toe,
And his shirt was all salmon which should have a bow;
A bundle of knowledge he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll auburn hair was all styled with bangs,
And he pushed it all back from the place that it hangs;
The stump of a pen he held tight in his teeth,
And the ideas, they encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and really no belly
But he always ate salad, never the jelly.
He drank beer from strange vases, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when he spilled, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And assisted our startup; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside from our code,
And giving a nod, he said what a good choice was node;
He sprang to the sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Business to all, and to all a good night!”

Be good,
Jered and Chris