October 6 2007

Well gang, our annual benefit this year will be held at the West Alabama Icehouse on Saturday, October 20th.
Things seem to be going rather well, considering that the event is being run by a bunch of gun shooting, beer drinkers.
Beside tinkering with new recipes, lots of folks are trying to decide what they will donate to the silent auction.
Henry Frugelmeister was sorting out the stuff in his garage. On one side was the stuff he wanted to keep, and on the other side was the stuff he wanted to get rid of.
His wife came into the garage, "Well, how’s it going, John?"
He told her how he had divided everything.
Casually, she poked through the stuff he wanted to get rid of and quickly came to a conclusion. "Why this is all trash, John."
"Yeah, I guess it is." He said.
His wife continued, "Look at all that stuff on the other side, some of it is still in the boxes that it came in. Never been used. What? Are you waiting for them to become antiques? We never use the stuff, and it sure ain’t doing anybody any good just sittin’ here in the garage."
"Yeah, I guess you’re right." Said John.
"Maybe you could use a little help," said the Misses. "I’ve got some time to spare this afternoon."
"No, that’s alright," said John, "I’ll handle it." As he scratched his head, looking at all the stuff.
She smiled at his back, and walked into the house.
She knew full well that most of the things in the garage were items that John had bought in previous years at the silent auction, and he was a little embarrassed to bring them back.
She stopped halfway to the kitchen, threw her hands in the air a little, and let them flop down at her sides.
"What the hell." She thought, "Maybe he’s right. You never know when you’re going to really, really need a white elephant that’s in good shape."
She smiled again.
Obviously, a hard woman to deal with.

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary