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Gero11, 2007 Optimist Club on Coronado Stand aside plebians! I am of imperial business! Post Office Box 180251 Coronado, CA 92178-0251 August 16, 2007

<www.sportsfiesta.nett> Meetings at 7AM on Thursdays at Coronado Yacht Club

At the top we have the important stuff. Your board of directors responded with uncharacteristic alacrity to the news that the data on global warming wasn’t as bad as feared. (The warmest year was not 1998 but 1930. NASA just forgot to adjust for Y2K. Really!!) Your board has decided to go short on all the carbon footprint vouchers that they can get in the futures market using the overflowing Youth Fund. The money will roll in and then we will be in a good position to pay off the aquatics center when the backers run out of money. Then we Optimists can make certain that the pets have new swank digs above ground place to do their thing. And we may be able to buy a new fire truck or two for the city. Perilous times make for great opportunities in the market. Thank you Optimists for all that you will do. Margie Stearn and Tom Meadows checked us in this morning. We had two guests--Carl Boyd as Margie’s guest, and the Prez-to-be from the Bonita Club, Roz Richeu Rave. I think she came to squeeze the buns. Our gang that went over to Pt. Loma for breakfast came back to report on what a full meal at 7AM is like. They report that everybody in the club plays 50 bucks a month which is charged quarterly. This sum includes dues, the breakfast charges, and a quarterly cookout. You pay whether you come or not. What a concept. Look for John McKechnie to push us in this direction now that he has the time of the prayers under control. Speaking of prayer, Tom Nickoloff had some words of praise and words of advice. He told those of us who envy the abilities of others to get over it. Become confident that you can develop your own abilities with the Almighty on your side. Be an Optimist. Jack Larison passed on the sad but not unexpected news that our dear friend Dave Nash died on the third of August. Dave was one of a kind, wasn’t he? His understated stories of the China Fleet Days, WWII, and his trials as a

POW in the Philipon, President pines and in ManJack LarisonDiana Drummey, Jim Alley Pres. churia reminded me 20007-08 of the tale of OdysPres.-elect Leslie Crawseus returning from ford6-07 the Trojan War. Dave Joan Gillem GillemArt Jones, External VP did so much for our Ledge HakesLeslie club. The life of such Crawford, Internal VP a wonderful man in Jack DavisStu Powell, Secretary our midst and our John Freeman, Treas. memories of Dave Rosania, Sloan & Mcare, as some wise Clure,USNA ’45 Publishman has said, God’s ers McCrary and Gowan Bob Sheridan, Editor way of apologizing for the rest of what he sends our way. Rest in peace, good friend.

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Jack told us that Dave wished no service, but expressions of sympathy could be sent to his daughter at 845 J Avenue. Our other recent loss was our friend Jerry Kirschberg. Jerry’s life will be celebrated on Saturday, September 15, at 1PM at Sacred Heart Church. Lance Massey is scheduling a FOD walkdown of the Silver Strand this Saturday. Not enough of you signed up to clean the highway at the meeting. So just get out on the right side of the bed Saturday morning and come down to the southernmost gate at the Amphib Base or to the entrance to the Navy Housing complex. We need your bodies at 8AM. Bring dogs or grandkids. All welcome. Training is provided Joe Ditler came over from our Museum of History and Art to tell us all about Tent City. He had a very good presentation and answered our questions. Did you know that a house at 10th and Alameda once changed hands in a poker game? You could rent a tent for fifty cents a night in the heydays of Tent City and that included free movies and band concerts. You could even rent a swimming suit. After you., please. And you might be handed a card by a policeman that told to try to keep your children under better control.

morning sixty of us showed up for our Thursday morning feast. The breakfast comment sheet at the front table has disappeared so I guess we are all happy. Or maybe we are just tired. BJ and his fellow Glorietta Bay traffic monitor Bill Jepson counted all the money. Jack struck the bell at 7AM. Off again into the adventure of another Optimist meeting. Carla Fargo tickled the heart of the Greensheet editor by using a recent page two as a prayer. It was pretty good. Then Jerry Thummel lead the pledge, We introduced Carl Boyd as a guest, but really he said he was with us in memory of his good friend (and ours) Ted Stearns. Toni McCabe came with Marilyn Schaefer, but she is member although an infrequent attender. She has found a better breakfast somewhere. Stu Powell got to tell the joke of the day, and it was a reminder to be polite to the counter people at the airport, because they hold the fate of your luggage in their power. Joe Petrucci had a double treat for birthday kids Leslie Crawford and Roy Mantz, but only Roy was here to enjoy the harmonica and the singing. Joe has figured us out. The smaller part the club has in the production the better things sound. That is something that former songmeister Fred Hauck. Speaking of Fred, he returned his Greensheet to me complaining that the flag postage stamp was affixed upside down indicating either trouble in the club or carelessness. Would it be appropriate to ask Fred to forget the mistakes of the past. And speaking of those mistakes of the past, the Dingmaster was back from foreign shores and ready to help us make our Optimism come true. First he got Jack Couture for wandering into the meeting after the bell. Then Lee saw a resemblance to Gooch in an ad for a new play at the Old Globe about old aviators. When he propose fining Gooch John Freeman upped the ante and suggested that all old aviators be fined. That seemed ok with Mr. Cargill, and so they all stood up and gave back some of that flight pay. Lee wasn’t through yet because he he fined Chris Massy for being a realator and Paul Dudley for playing golf with someone who dragged him into the winner’s circle. Jerry Thummel won $47 in the 50-50 drawing, and he gave it all to the Youth Fund. Jerry is making it hard on those whose children need new shoes if we ever win. We had significant Optimist Anniversaries this morning. Leading the pack was Jake Sloan who has 34 years in the club this week. Next was Barry Mitchell with thirty years. Then comes Roy Mantz with 26 years. Al Aegerter has 13 years, and Ann Boyd has eleven. Let’s see. In that group we have one District Secretary Treasurer, one Governor, one Lt. Governor, three past presidents (one distinguished). Of particular note was the collection of over 9,000 aluminum can pull tabs during the “Yes We Can” effort to help provide a dialysis machine to a young man in Vallejo. That

was Jake Sloan’s work. Ah, remember the day of correcting dumpsters full of aluminum. The smell of stale beer and deciding which Optimist got to climb up on top to keep the cans moving to the back of the container. Someday we should have a program on that old program. Does anyone have slides? Did you know that if you can’t change the batteries in your smoke detector the Coronado Fire Department will dispatch somebody to do it for you? Talk about service. In 2005 the fire department responded to 1085 calls in medical emergencies. There were 170 structural fires or desmoking calls. The department responded to 158 vehicle accidents. There were 306 “other” type responses. I guess the cat in the tree is in this category. Our Fire Chief Kim Raddatz told us all about his department including the good fact that the goal is to get a first unit to the scene in under 6 minutes 90% of the time. They do it. A definite nip was in the air this morning. Hallelujah!! Food again and Sixty-One of us filed by Buck Rogers and Dick Madouse reading the guest list, taking our badges, and looking over the breakfast comment sheet. Someone, remembering the mistakes of the past had written, “You call this a breakfast!”. Yes, Virginia, the mean-spirited do live among us. President Jack invited Carla Fargo to lead us in prayer, and she did so in rhyme. Captain Stark led the pledge. Our lone guest was Mark Rogers, son of Buck. Immediate Past President Lance Massey told a joke about men’s underthings that will in the interest of taste be omitted. I thought that I only had to omit one item per meeting to pass the censors, but then, later in the meeting, our program speaker finished that hope off with a tale of bestiality in colonial America. Does anyone know where I can find a bleep on my keyboard? Joe Petrucci redeemed this part of the meeting by playing a foot stomping version of “Sugar Blues” or “Azul Asucar” in our new national language. Joe is our star on these cold winter mornings when he unwraps his harmonica to get our blood moving. We had birthdays of Joe Huber, Wynn Fester, and Ann Eades to celebrate and the “Sugar Blues” was just the number. Jim Cooper celebrates thirty-one glorious years as an Optimist this week, and Bill Parry, who we don’t see too much of these days, has nineteen years with us. Jack Larison reminded us to keep the evening of December 21 free for our Christmas party. It will be at the Yacht Club at 7PM. The traveling midshipmen choral group gathered as they do each year at this time to salute the Army Mule. Yes, it is that time of year when the Black Knights of the Hudson under our own Bobby Ross face off against the Midship-persons in their white hats. Saturday is the 107th rematch of the game and the results have been an amazing 50-49 edge for

Navy with seven tied games. Barry Mitchell (or someone posing as Colonel Mitchell) called the editor to say that he and Bruce Williams are covering all bets and giving no points. They want all the Navy money that you can wager. Speaking of money, Stu Powell won the 50-50 drawing with a white ticket. The Dingmaster was disappointed that Charlie Ahern was not with us. But he took money from his own wife who contributes to Lamb’s Players. Jim Cartwright left before paying his fine, and Ledge had to give a dingpass back for a letter to the editor in the spirit of dear departed Carol Cahill. Lance Massey recovered from his joke to announce that the Silver Strand will be picked up and restored to its beautiful pristine state by the Optimist Club on Saturday, December 9. He needs a few more pickers. Tomorrow night the elves of the club will hand out cookies and cider to those who mill around Christmas in Coronado. Come see John McKechnie and Chris Massey with their cute little pointy elf shoes. Frank Osgood found out when in his fifties that he had roots on the Mayflower. One greatgreat -…-great grandfather was a church elder while another was a non-pilgrim member of the party with a troubled, but adventure-heavy past. Frank told us about his research into the lives of these two men and of their roles in the first English settlement in the New World that had self government. Frank’s tale was fascinating. The hardships of the first year, when the little band of 102 people lost 47 to death, tried the hearts of all. They sailed in a leaky “Mayflower” in September 1620 and arrived on Cape Cod in December in the dead of Winter. After exploring the area by small boat the group came ashore at Plymouth on Christmas Day, kneeling to give thanks. Franks told us about William Brewster, his church leader ancestor who, even when the people were dying from starvation, preached with power of God’s gift of new Jerusalem they had come to. Franks other ancestor was Steven Hopkins, A “stranger’ recruited by the London company managing the colony for his savvy and experience. He had been in Jamestown earlier and been shipwrecked in Bermuda. Hopkins came with wife and several children. The talk was quite fascinating and brought to our minds the hardships that were overcome by those who settled this wonderful land for us. I think we could have listened to Frank for hours, but his story about the unfortunate Thomas Granger who was discovered to be engaging in unhealthy practices with a wide range of farm animal needs a special filter. Frank promised help for any folks who are interested in genealogy. Sounds like a great offer. Next week you can get See’s Candy from Mrs. Gooch. The program will be from the Virtual Reality Medical Center of San Diego. We will

hear about using virtual reality technology to treat phobias and post traumatic stress disorders. Would this have helped poor Thomas Granger back in Plymouth? Next week--Captain Anthony Gaiani, USN CO of North Island. Don’t forget that our first dog show is less than a month away. Get ready to clean up after Rover.

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