First of all, I would never serve on the board again. I hate to speak for
David or Carolyn, but they have both been on the board. It takes a certain
type of insanity to do it again after you have gotten freed.
Evan
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There is nothing wrong with wanting to be on the board or in serving on the
board. It is an essential point of participation in the construct of social
structures and the ongoing process of government.
That means you have to like going to the airport at 5 A.M., being searched in
awkward places by tiny, young TSA agents who know more about Sponge Bob than
security. Then you get folded into a tin can with more people than should be
there and are able to set comfortably for the next 6 hours, if you are a yoga
expert and can be comfortable with your knees jammed into your chin, while the
fat lady next to you jabbers away incessantly except when she is pushing you
out of the way for her sequential 5 minute interval trips to the ladies room.
(Is there any way to lock them from the outside?)
So your destination is Chicago, which you just heard on the news has no shot
over 5,000 people this year, but you have to go to Seattle, then to Dallas, and
then to London and back to Portland to get there. You get a respite from the
uncomfortable flights so you can set in airports for hours on end, where the
internet is unavailable or costs $10.00 per second. But that inconvenience is
overcome by an occasional airport sandwich which is fit for a king – if you are
an assassin. But there, in the airport you are able to meet more people who
step on your toes, push you out of the way, curse at you and then there is the
lovely smiling child, who grabs your leg, with something resembling dog food
paste all over their hands, arms and face.
But it is temporary as you finally, after being told your connecting flight is
cancelled, find another plane accepting your ticket and off you go to the board
meeting, arriving late, of course, but long before your luggage which missed
the London connection and is now somewhere in Kazastan.
Finally you settle into the board room, after a hasty and delicious breakfast
of whatever was left over from yesterday’s special, and the meeting begins. Now
you are safe finally, among friends, some of which are scowling at you while
others are whispering in your ear how you should vote on issues you have not
heard about as yet.
But all is well, if you do not count the $200.00 you spent for parking, tips,
bad food and the homeless guy with a veterans hat on that did not fit, who
needed $35.00 to get home for Christmas. Christmas in July? Right! But your per
diem will cover you for breakfast tomorrow because it does not kick in on
travel days.
And so goes your journey until you collapse in bed sometime Monday evening, not
having slept because of the ride home.
Yes, being on the board is a lot of fun, and someone has to do it. If you want
me to run again, just call me at 911, or email me at:
showgsd-l-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx <mailto:showgsd-l-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
You can also circulate a petition in my name: Al Capone
No way….
Dave
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