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Checked out and on the glide slope...
Nov. 8th, 2003 12:46 pmRadek P. invited me to overnight at his place, which is kinda-sorta on the way home (near Prescott, if memory serves). I decided to cut my attendance short and take him up on it. Radek is, generally speaking, an outrageous (in the good sense) guy, and it will probably do me good to hang with him for a half day or so tomorrow.
The SLD dinner yesterday was held, of all places, at a child care and preschool place. The local folks who put things together for us were able to combine the objectives of meeting a bunch of interesting people (us) and raising some funds for some of their pet projects that range from things of interest to recent immigrants to those of interest to second- and third-generation offspring of earlier immigrants.
The table was arranged traditionally, as one long board, and I took the opportunity (as newly minted administrator) of sitting at one end. I also played the role of tamada, or toastmaster, although other people also got into the act.
Afterward, the group retired to the room next door, filled with children's toys and children's sized furniture, for a sing-along. Our music was provided by Gennadi A., an immigrant whose background includes music and cinematography.
The time flew by furiously, and it seemed we had to get back on the bus only minutes after having arrived. Our hosts were congenial, affable, and very accommodating. A good time was had by all.
Cheers...
The SLD dinner yesterday was held, of all places, at a child care and preschool place. The local folks who put things together for us were able to combine the objectives of meeting a bunch of interesting people (us) and raising some funds for some of their pet projects that range from things of interest to recent immigrants to those of interest to second- and third-generation offspring of earlier immigrants.
The table was arranged traditionally, as one long board, and I took the opportunity (as newly minted administrator) of sitting at one end. I also played the role of tamada, or toastmaster, although other people also got into the act.
Afterward, the group retired to the room next door, filled with children's toys and children's sized furniture, for a sing-along. Our music was provided by Gennadi A., an immigrant whose background includes music and cinematography.
The time flew by furiously, and it seemed we had to get back on the bus only minutes after having arrived. Our hosts were congenial, affable, and very accommodating. A good time was had by all.
Cheers...
