This week marks the eighth anniversary of Fast Horse.  Doesn’t seem possible that eight years have come and gone since we opened our doors.  I’ll try not to get sentimental, but I’d be remiss if I did not use this little forum to thank the many, many people who have been a part of a truly enjoyable ride.  We’d be here all day if I tried to name them all individually, and I know you’ve got better things to do than pore through scrolls of bold face names that have shaped our little shop.  So this Thursday, Founders Day around here, we’ll gussie up, pop a nice bottle of champagne and raise a toast to the many clients, partners, and friends of Fast Horse who have done so much to contribute to our success.  We cannot thank all of you enough.  We are humbled by your confidence in us and thankful for your partnership. 

And I will, on that day, reserve a special toast to those who have over the years called this place their professional home.  You’ve all brought something lasting to Fast Horse.  You’ve helped build a business and a culture. We simply could not be where we are today if each of you had not put much more into this place than you could possibly have gotten out of it.  Thank-you. A thousand times thank-you.

The photo above?  Well, that’s pretty much how things started eight years ago.  Intern Tony (today a fancy lawyer at a fancy firm), Kobi (still here and the official keeper of the Fast Horse flame) and yours truly.  It was the day we hung our brand spankin’ new sign on the front entrance of the space we subletted on First Avenue.  That sign made it official.  We didn’t have any clients, but dammit, we were open for business. Clearly much has changed since then.  And a few things haven’t.

Can’t really ask for more than that.