On a Chilly January Day We Converged 1/25/07

ROTARY BULLETIN

January 25, 2007

 

            On a chilly January day we converged on the Roger Sherman to find we had to weave past a roomful of clerical types, on relief from filling out forms W-2 and 1099’s, by reciting the password and opting for either the lamb chops or salmon.  Happily, upon entering the Garden room, we found we had a quorum, with two guy and one dolly table graced by the presence of Phil McClain and Fred Baker.  Such as it was, no old guard, no new guard, and no en gaard.  Nancy held out until the twentieth arrival and in the absence of a guest or a visiting Rotarian got things under way at 12:18.  After delivering a spontaneous Irish Blessing, George Baker was so stunned by his own eloquence that he needed help to his chair.  As we began to chit chat Christian entered the room with a message for Nancy.  Maria Bartiromo had just sent word she was unable to attend our luncheon as she had just been bumped from the Citi plane in Jakarta.  Undaunted, Nancy called on Amy to say something.  She had nothing to say, but pretending it was December, she distributed ballots for the proposed slate of new officers for our new year commencing in June of 2007.  Every member got at least an honorable mention and though we did not actually vote, the motion carried.  The shoe lady, Mother Nancy, allowed as how she might well miss a meeting in February, when the next in a long line of grandchildren is due.  Heavens, has this lady not heard of Planned Parenthood?

 

            Sandi Malloy then gave us her version of three card Monte, in this case, four cards.  Jacks through Aces were dealt to determine where we would dine on the occasion of the spring fellowship dinners. This will bear a little amplifying, but it appears da King, Walbert, has already been assigned his full complement of diners.  Engel, Pogacnik and Franco await the luck of the draw with bated breath.

 

            Frankie the claw was pressed into service as Sgt@Arms. Still radiating from the effects of the noonday Mombassa sun, he reported that 90-year-old Phyllis Diller kept him glued to the tube long after his bedtime the night before.  Bill Walbert reminded us that the Gridiron Dinner “Roasting Rucci” is Friday April 13.  He offered cut-rate memberships in the Gridiron for only $49 and a guaranteed seat in front of the hot coals.  If you would like to be a member –Groucho never was – see Bill. Rumor has it there are still Gridiron ties at $25 each.  Fred Baker survived another Boy Scout outing, this time in Sherman, CT, and Susan Eng, nominated to be Secretary #1 again, tossed a happy dollar for becoming a Great Aunt.  Andy Kerchoff thrust a twenty at Frank for changing his commute from Ridgefield to SoNo.

 

            As the room slipped into a composite of idle chatter and empty coffee cups, Head Elf stole to the bell and intoned meeting adjourned, forcing all to the bracing chill of a late January deep freeze.

 

            Thus a meeting that did not have to happen.  This chronicle will be submitted to the whims of the Ethernet. Good-bye and Good Luck.

 

                                                                        Jack Frost