Trying to get the newsletter mailed out should be an easy task, find 6 people, reserve Betty’s house, provide some refreshments, pick up the bulk mail boxes from the post office, bring tape, get labels from Gaby, work for a few hours, shleppe the newsletters to the bulk mail desk…. okay,maybe not so simple. Our fat anniversary issue ( Winter ’15) was full of pictures. A day before the set-up mailing party, Kris Kargo, our genius designer texts to say, for the first time I can remember, the newsletter is not ready, photos have to redone, and won’t be ready until Tuesday. This is no tragedy, but it means cancelling the “party” quickly and setting up a new one for the next weekend. I do that, gnashing my teeth just a little bit. The second group is smaller. Now it’s holiday time. Everyone seems busy, but 6 people agree to come the next Sunday morning. Of course it’s the morning of the really big rainstorm, and one person calls in sounding really sick. I drive from the city through foot high flooding on the freeway, car laden with food and coffee. One person doesn’t show.. to call or not. She’s not even singing in the chorus this semeseter– on leave. I decide to call her anyway, since she lives only a few doors down from the mailing party. She forgot, so sorry, will be there in 10 minutes. Big relief. Lee Masover arrives with her partner Tom. Fantastic. They mailing party is really fun, lively, we learn about oceanography from Tom. Everyone is working fast. We are done in 1.5 hours. New record. In the kitchen, just before everyone leaves, I mention my home town Buffalo, NY. Lee quickly says, “really? I’m from Buffalo, actually Kenmore.” I say, “I’m really from Kenmore too” what street/ ( not far away), etc, what high school ( the very same). Though we spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other on the tour, this particular shared world had never come up. What are the chances? Maybe you are singing next to someone who knows your childhood secrets…. the best pizza, the great english teacher, the horrible weather…. You just never know what will happen if you volunteer for BCCO… that’s my final word on the subject.
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