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Meeting Date: May 9, 2001 Time: 7:00 p.m. Location: Alan Mildwurm's house
Bank Account: $1,200 (approximately)
Attendance was sparse this evening. Fortunately, so was real business that needed to be conducted. If it hadn't been for an extensive series of Sony product announcements from Nick, we would have been finished before dessert was ready. Filling in this evening for our Treasurer, who according to her father is studying beer at UC Davis, was the Treasurer's mom and pastry chef extraordinaire, Ruth Mildwurm. Once again Ruth outdid herself with a chocolate mousse/whip cream/Oreo cake that melted in your mouth.
In an effort to attain cruising speed the conversation started out slowly with a discussion of gas prices, followed by coffee prices. Nick observed how commute traffic down the 680 corridor has improved with the recent dot-com layoffs. A quick calculation led me to the conclusion that if another 1.3 million northern Californians get laid off I can cut my commute time from Concord to Pleasanton by 25%. But I suppose that's too much to hope for.
The conversation moved on to dogs from hell. Ron recounted how a dog his sister owned ate everything sticking out from the stucco of their house: TV antenna wire, windowsills, etc. This dog also harvested everything in the vegetable garden. Alan and Ruth told stories about their Zipper, who ran through fences and chewed the wire to the fishpond pump. Zipper denied all this, but the smile on his face left us unconvinced. I reminisced about a dog of mine that ate a pound of chocolate covered cognac and then drunkenly threw up for an hour. Miraculously all these dogs somehow survived to old age.
Just as we were running out of dog stories and were about to start on club business, Rebecca came home and regaled us with her skill in sign language. Although she modestly professed to not be the best signer in her class, her execution looked very smooth and polished to us. We didn't know what she was saying, but she appeared to say it quite well.
She also confused us. It seems she had not been prepared for a test today, so to make up for it the teacher had a plan. Rebecca was to "email the words to Silent Night" to the teacher. I must confess I had difficulty with the idea that one could demonstrate proficiency in sign lan (Continued on page 10)
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