September 24, 2007
Today, September 24, 2007: Deborah Bey visits us with a program about her international relief work and the gender issues that confront disaster victims and relief workers alike. Ms. Bey, a U of M Doctoral Candidate in Sociology and Organizational Studies, is the former Mississippi State Coordinator for Katrina Relief Oxfam America. She also has published a number of articles on women in minorities in corporate America.
Tuesday, September 25: Rotary Golf with Brighton and Sunrise clubs at Hunters Ridge at 1 p.m. We need a few more golfers for our team.
This Thursday noon at Cleary's the Steering Committee will meet to discuss a major service project for the club to adopt. All members who are interested in the direction of the club are invited to attend.
Next week we will host a Club Assembly, including a state of finances by our Treasurer Greg Clum.
We are also interested in ideas for fund raisers and other ideas to make our Club Number One! Plans continue on our Holiday Raffle and we continue to ask each member to agree to sell and purchase 10 tickets, and if you cannot afford to do that, then donate time at a community event to sell tickets.
Did you notice that we passed September 21, the official beginning of autumn. Now we have shorter daylight hours and the changing of the tree colors and more football. Golfers, you still have another month to go. Serious golfers, you have two months to go.
Just Fooling Around
1. I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.
2. The police were called to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.
3. The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.
4. To write with a broken pencil is pointless.
5. A plateau is a high form of flattery.
Today's reflection:
"Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justice, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it."
-From the Talmud
Today's patriotic reading:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
-Inscription on the Statue of Liberty