Apparently gas prices have not intimidated
Most of those present were in attendance for the fruition of Frank McBrearity’s promise that Ambassadorial Scholar Lizzie Dahill would be at the meeting. When this turned out not to be the case the mood turned ugly and Frank looked uncomfortable. Everyone understood however, when Frank explained that Lizzie had received a better offer and was luxuriating in the bosom of her family on the Isle of Block. Her blog, entitled “Destination Accra,” is now up and running. The address is: http://elizabethdahill.blogspot.com. As she has not yet even departed for her destination there is nothing on her blog yet.
In the absence of Sgt. Scott and Cpl. Risbridger, traffic control officer Fred took the floor, wowed the group with some of his “A” material, and collected a reasonable tithe considering the paucity of serfs in attendance.
President David then announced that he had spent hours preparing for the Club Assembly that was about to take place. Following the closing of The Inn the new owners have expressed to David their intention to close completely for two weeks. David was unclear on the timing and will email the membership when he knows what the arrangements will be regarding timing and location of those meetings.
Programs for the balance of August will be provided by John Winterle on the 14th, Jim Azzarito on the 21st, and Fred Baker on the 28th. The comprehensive schedule is on the website.
PR specialist extraordinaire Carolyn Clark organized a lengthy photo shoot featuring President David and Lobsterfest Chair Scott for inclusion in the lavish spread to appear in the Advertiser and News-Review. David reminded everyone to get their checks in as soon as possible, to find sponsors, to schedule lots of work time, especially cleanup shifts, for September 19th and 20th, and to sell, sell, sell. As an inspiration, David reported that master salesman Robert DiPanni, no longer even a member, has already sold 105 ducats.
During this crass commercial conversation, President John Adams sat impatiently and imperiously above the fray while periodically gracing one or another of the little people with a nod or a wink.
Roger Sherman
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