|The Box arrives at the Cellar|
Gloria was the marketing manager; Edie was the legislative liasion; Marcia was director of the Pennsylvania Heritage Society; and Joan was its administrative officer. (I had known Joan and Marcia from a previous life, when I taught school and they were the parents of students I had in school, so I was pleased to get to know them better at PHMC.) I had come over from PennDOT to be the Commission's press secretary.
Gloria had come up from doing marketing for the Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania -- very successfully, I might add. When she arrived, one of the bureau directors at PHMC gave her, she told us today, a pencil that had been ground down to the eraser, and said, "This is what the PHMC will do with you." A couple of years later, she may have agreed. Gloria could work miracles with no money -- and did. Still she wisened up after a while and went into the regional tourism business. Today she is retired and takes care of a large extended family and more real estate than Donald Trump.
|Gloria, Edie, Marcia, and Joan -- Executives in Exile|
As the administration came to a close, we all got ready to move over for the far more deserving appointees who would take our places under a new party. Edie went to the Bureau for Historic Preservation, where she spent her twilight years giving away millions of grant dollars and making new friends.
Marcia and Joan got caught up in the throes of reorganizing the Society's structure under the new Commission, and eventually decided not to swim upstream anymore. Their years of hard work and innovation had made strong the organization they left behind. They're still the busiest women I know, with calendar books that are packed with civic, church, and social obligations. All these women are world-class grandmas, too!
|Inside the Cellar|
When Joan and Marcia had been moved at some point to the next building down the street, we began to call them "Executives in Exile." One by one we joined that group, and so we still call ourselves that today and enjoy getting together for lunch and sometimes for dinner with our spouses.
|Snoozin' at the eye doctor's office|
After we took our leave, I drove to the eye doctor's office for my post-operative exam, having had my left cataract removed yesterday. Since I was a little early, I put on the "official cataract sunglasses" and took a little snooze. With those glasses, you know, the ones that wrap around your face and block light from coming in the sides, I felt that I should be sitting in a 1975 Pontiac heading to my summer place in Boca Raton.
|Susanne enters her annual trance|
I came home to find Susanne sitting on the back porch for the first time this year. All of the porch furniture is still wrapped up tight, but for her, it's like Opening Day, the First Day of Fishing Season, and the launching of an ocean liner. Don't bother calling her until late October.