N.B. There has been a noticeable lack of good, old fashioned sensible humor and simple, clean, wholesome family values in the last several dozen Meals On Wheels essays. I have strayed from my original purpose of producing these little stories for the sole purpose of informing and entertaining with a lot of humor dashed with just a little pathos and an even smaller tweak to Club involvement as drivers for this very worthy project. I have the sense that the "pathos" has gone a little too far at the expense of the humor. To paraphrase Samuel Clemens, '...there is humor in the essays, but for every laugh there have been five blushes, ten shudders and a vomit. The laugh is too expensive.'

I spent a delightful hour this past Wednesday in the front seat of my car with a Beautiful Woman.  My wife knows all about it.  Most likely her husband knows about it at this point, too.
 
It all began innocently enough at the last Paramus Rotary Club Foundation Board meeting.  Scott Lippert, Esq., chairman of our Club’s Foundation, had called a semi annual meeting in his office to discuss 2010 scholarship allocations, investment strategies and the like.  
 
Our Club has a considerable Foundation corpus spread out in 11 or so funds and endowments that exceed $400,000 in value.  The Board meet to determine what will be given out each year for scholarships based on investment performance, without compromising the principal.  Scott’s office is in an 80’s large glass and brick modern in downtown Hackensack, nearly across from the Bergen County Court complex.  He is always a gracious host and provides the Board with an excellent continental breakfast in the boardroom.  I recommend the fruit, of course…

         This month fellow Paramus Rotary Club member Mike Paisner wanted to ride along with me.  He called and said he wanted to see what this “Meals on wheels thing” was all about - maybe he wanted to get involved.  I really wanted to be alone, so I told him it was intensely boring and I am a dullard, but he has a suspicious nature and a Boston accent and this only piqued his interest and made him even more determined to find out for himself.  He insisted.  I did not want his company.