Great to see Pat Belieu up from Florida for a visit, Pat said his escort/dating service at the Assisted Living Home is going really great. While here Pat stayed at Emmett and Mary Gallagher’s B&B (Beer and Bloody Marys) he raved about the accommodations and said every morning without fail there was a fresh mint on his plate next to the bill. Sorry to hear about John Boland breaking his wrist while fishing although I’m sure the Goldfish was happy to escape John’s harpoon. Bucky claimed he actually sustained the injury while uncharacteristically reaching for his wallet, but we know that’s not true because he does not carry one and keeps all his folding dough in his sock and silver in his locked fanny pack.
Rich Reidy has been nominated for the new post of Events Czar. Rich coordinated the trip to the open-air concert at West Point for a September Sunday and the four couples met at the AOH and caravanned to that historic site. While going through the check point they were asked the purpose of the visit to which Rich said, “the concert” and the officer responded, “you’re 364 days early, it was yesterday”. (Editor’s note: Rich always had problems with the concept of the International Date Line) But alas all was not lost each of the couples brought sandwiches and refreshments (well not all) so they decided to perambulate to the picnic area on the Hudson shore and enjoy their wine, suds, lunch and comradery on this beautiful day. When Larry asked the lovely Mrs. Kaine, “where are the sandwiches?” she replied, “on the kitchen table.” It must be noted that Karen Kaine has always been known for her humanitarian generosity to those less fortunate, toward that end she explained to her understanding spouse (who at the time was searching for wild berries and leftover acorns from the squirrels) that she felt if someone broke into their home while they were at the ‘almost concert’ they would probably be hungry, hence the forty dollars worth of heros on the kitchen table. It was then in the true spirit of Hibernian Fellowship and Love that John and Dianne Draper offered to sell half of their sandwiches. Larry respectfully declined after seeing the “day old manger’s special” sticker on the sandwiches and continued his pursuit for the acorns and berries.
The fitting culmination (is that a nice word or what? I don’t know what it means but who cares) to the Summer Season is the picnic. Pete Dunne and his staff once again did an outstanding job. The food, refreshments, music, laughs and the adequate supply of hand towels in the men’s privy were a prime example of planning 101. In addition, Pete in an example of leadership assumed the responsibility of the gate. An example of his dedication was when at 7 PM he apprehended an obvious gate crasher who happened to be dressed in black and carrying a mask: Pete, “are you alone?” gate crasher, “Yes” Pete, “Twenty” gate crasher, “I’m here to umpire the Little League game” Pete, “OK make it fifteen.” When it comes to collecting money, Dunne makes Shylock look like a philanthropist. In a stroke of marketing genius, he had Pat Keady and Peggy Murphy selling 50/50 tickets at 2 for 5 and 3 for 10. I happened to be standing next to Bill Mulcahy, who along with his brother Mookie is a member of the Mensa Society, and he told me this is a great deal so we both went for twenty. It was like a scene from the Food Network as Farrelly, Gannon, Mookie and Scully stood over the grill staring at the steaks with their thermometers. Phil Sheridan said next year he is going to get them meat thermometers and they can leave their rectal ones at home. It was great to see Pat Smyth and the lovely Mrs. Smyth, Pat said that there is a good chance that the other two Mouseketeers, Flannery and O’Meara, could soon be released. It seems that their wives found out that they bought a round in the Pub and were subsequently placed under house arrest. On a more serious note, one of our members was asked to participate in a medical experiment, unfortunately the results indicated there is no relationship between clams and increased libido for men on social security.
Every once in a while, I gotta, kinda like, kinda like get serious kinda like, (I’m trying to act like a teenager because the clams didn’t work). So here goes. It was early in July when we were asked if we could, perhaps run a benefit for one of our members’ sister. We had a meeting with five guys, (I wanted some ladies there but I was voted down by the Gay Guys) we decided we would have a night at the races on Sept. 12th and a 300 club party on Sept 27th. In spite of the short time frame and fundraising conflicts on September 27th we were able to hand over a little brown bag to the senior sibling on September 28th. This was such a tremendous effort by so many that it would be unfair to even attempt to name all the participants, however there is one wonderful guy that must get preferential recognition and that is Larry McKeever, (I know after this is read I will be replaced as a scribe for the news letter). I’m sorry I just can’t be serious. But before I get tossed, let me just say that when it came to this fundraiser, as with all the others, not one person asked why should we but rather all asked how can we and that my Hibernian brothers and sisters is what it is all about and may we never change.
Our Fall Golf Outing was supposed to be a day of friendship and laughter however it is with a heavy heart that this journalist (I like this word even more than culmination) is compelled under the freedom of information act to report the following: Bob Toms (83) and Nick Doyle (89) a.k.a. Leopold and Loeb salivated as they took complete monetary advantage of two Altar Boys Paul Lowenworth (99) and Larry McKeever (147). It is a shame what some members would do for a few pieces of silver. Don’t get locked out get your Pot O’Gold tickets they’re going fast. Two parties and 14k in prizes, how can you lose?
Say one for the troops,