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JAMESTOWN, New York - Randy Carlson reports that the group putting together the class reunion for next summer - the one to which SWCS grads from 1960-1970 will be invited - looks like it might be held July 14, 2007.
Here's Randy's email to me:
"The first meeting was held last night. Not all of the classes were represented, but the results seemed to be good, and a follow up meeting will be held on 10/23 at 7:00.
This is all tenative, but it looks like Sat, 7/14/07 will be the date of the event, held at the Herman Kent American Legion Post in Celoron. The use of the hall, which holds about 300 people, the new outdoors covered pavilion and tents and the band (we would have a choice) would be free of charge. The club would be open for spirits purchase (cheap) and they could do a buffet for about $12.00 to $15.00 depending on choices."
So for those of us who suffered through (excuse me, sat through and studied sooooo many) French classes, you know that July 14th is Bastille Day. It is also my ex-father-in-law's birthday, but that's another story.
I just watched a great PBS special on Marie Antoinette, which featured the Bastille. And, by the way, she never said, "Let them eat cake."
That was put out by her political opponents, the descendants of whom probably work for Fox News now.
Anyway, I know we all celebrate Bastille Day in our way, but this year, it could be that we will all be together at a reunion, singing La Marseillaise and swilling French wine. (Well, maybe some Uncle Homer's Red anyway.)
Perhaps we should practice our French phrases, too, in honor of Jon Giacco, about whom Tom Priester can tell us "the rest of the story," when we next get together.
Mon dieu! Mon dieu!
HECTOR, New York - The annual pilgrimage of Chautauqua County couples to Seneca Lake will be next weekend Bob Swanson reports. Two years ago Bob and Donna stopped by Valois where the Admiral and I have our 'summer house' on the shore of the lake.
If 'summer house' sounds a little pretentious, please stop by anytime you are in the area to help me paint, repair plumbing problems and drag fallen tree limbs to the brush pile.
If that isn't enough fun, we can rake seaweed into piles and haul it to the vegetable garden.
When Bob and Donna came by, we went to the Rasta Ranch Winery, which, like Rodney Dangerfield, gets no respect but markets some fine wine. My personal favorite is Uncle Homer's Red, which because of its name probably doesn't get the respect it needs either.
I shipped a case of wine from New York here to California where a dozen bottles are sitting in my wine rack (Gawd, there's another pretentious sounding thing. My wine rack is a cardboard wine box from Trader Joe's sitting on its side.)
I wanted to thank Allan Winger for posting the web address where people could go to see me introducing the president of my university. I think I want to thank him, anyway.
And if you think this blog is only being read by Class of '66 folks, you are mistaken.
At a meeting a few days ago, the president asked me to tell him the how-many-presidents-does-it-take-to-screw-in-a light bulb jokes I mentioned before.
Jaysus!
In case you missed the previous blog about the SWCS reunion for classes from 1960 to 1970, I've posted it here again. I don't know what weekend they're shooting for yet, but I have my fingers crossed that it's in mid to late July. I can usually put down the paint brush in Valois by then to get away.
