Yes, it's that time of year again, the time of year when I reexamine my club memberships.
Note bene: Memberships, plural.
Never let it be said that I am as inflexible in my principles as I am in my joints: I have joined a gym. Yesterday.
As for the Explorer's Club, I have worried this decision at great and boring length before. If I can make a reservation there for my 60th birthday party a year hence, I will reup for a year. If not, I will just go to the gym so I can live that long.
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Well, you'd better. Live that long.
I'm heavily invested in you.
Like, who do you know who isn't?
Now me, I used to be a member of The National Trust. The Georgia Trust, The Wilderness Society, The Nature Conservancy, The Environmental Defense Fund, and The Defenders of Wildlife.
In the salad days. Not that I know what that means.
I just renewed my membership in the NRA. They're offering a really cool tote bag with the $25 fee.
So shoot me. It's all I can afford at the moment.
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In England, you'd be a woodworker who specializes in cabinetry, doors and windows.
Why?
Oh: Joiner. Duh.
I, too, have memberships. Like in the Pollen People. But we have no membership cards, only dirty fingernails. Perhaps I should raise it at the next board meeting.
did you make it to the second annual ocean forum at the E Club on the 7th? sounded pretty interesting....just like you..
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