Historical December 1979 report or notice. Original dates, prices and contacts describe the source period; current availability has not been established.
Imagine, if you will, a scene from not too many years ago. The date is June 5. 1944. Hundreds of Allied warships and thousands of United States, English, French, and Canadian troops are preparing for the largest wartime invasion in the history of the world. Tomorrow, June 6. is D-Day. The ships have already begun their journey across the Channel to the shores of France. and most of the men wait quietly. A light chilly mist falls on the ships, but it is unnoticed by the men sitting on the decks as they reflect on the past and avoid thinking about their futures. Fear is a passenger on every ship and each soldier’s eyes are images, shrouding the true emotions which run through each man. Thoughts are precious at a time like this; they are savored, manipulated like pieces to a puzzle on a warm living room floor, and, tragically, they are fleeting.
The fate of a million memories rested with one individual, Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower. His were the decisions of when, where and how. The outcome of this greatest of all wartime endeavors rested on his shoulders and no man was more aware of this awesome responsibility than Eisenhower. In any time, in any place, an Eisenhower would have carved history.
Today Ike would have been the chairperson of The Skinker-DeBaliviere Art Fair-House Tour and that’s where you come in!
Seriously now folks, the SkinkerDeBaliviere Art Fair-House Tour (hereafter called the SDAFHT to save typesetting expenses) needs two chairpeople. No, those aren’t the folks who provide the seating for the day (although that’s about all that they don’t do). The chairpeople are basically the hard working, behind-the-scenes honchos who make sure that everything works perfectly on Mom’s Day when our little neighborhood puts on a clean suit and brushes its hair to invite the relatives in for coffee.
The chairperson job requirements aren’t all that intimidating. Other than being a masochist (quality number one), having a strong desire to bring order to an otherwise disorderly world, and enjoying attending meetings, the job requires no special training.
Rewards for the job include the admiration, respect, and gratitude of your neighbors (which is another way of saying that there ain’t no money).
Anyway, if you’re still intrigued after reading all of this (Congratulations, you have quality number one!), you need to call Skip Coburn (862-5122) and tell him that (a) you’d be interested in talking to someone about working as chairperson and (b) you’re interested in purchasing some moist farm land in Florida.
There has been one SDAFHT meeting, and while things are indeed progressing according to schedule in the usual semiorderly fashion (“Would you believe starting the festivities by having a chariot race down Kingsbury?” “Would you believe having our new condo-trash containers on the tour?”), we do need a leader.
Think about it and give us a call.
Originally published in The Paper, December 1979.
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Original source: SD_Times1979_12.pdf, printed page(s) 6; PDF page(s) 6.
