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Date Posted: Mon, Apr 30 2007, 11:23:26
Author: N.
Subject: Click HERE to read it...
In reply to: Nancy 's message, "And here's part 5 of the first Vogel reunion." on Mon, Apr 30 2007, 11:15:19

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For three days people ate, drank and were merry. Small groups got together and talked, big groups got together and talked; everyone changed partners and talked some more. Some people went boating, some played golf, some lazed on the grass. There were marshmallows and wieners, and tales told around the campfire. There was food, food, food, provided by the Grand Rapids people, who had gone far beyond the call of duty in making plans and preparations for every detail of the stay.

Each moment of each day and night, something was happening. There was Lefty, bringing his boat back to the dock at top speed. A cable to the throttle had broken; he had replaced it with a rope, and now he couldn’t control his speed; it was come in full throttle or not at all.

There was Grant, in another boat, with a different problem. He had to come in slowly or not at all. He came creeping back to the dock, conserving fuel, and he barely made it. He had assumed that because the other pontoon boat had two gas tanks, this one did also. But it didn’t; it had only one, and that one was almost empty.

There were Harold and Fletch, wearing wigs, making grabs at each other, with photographers clustering around recording their outraged expressions. To know Fletch is to love him; to watch him dissolve into helpless laughter over the absurdity or pointlessness or inevitability of something is to love him more.

There was Nancy, with her arm in a sling, claiming throughout the reunion that she had a possibly-broken wrist. Well, maybe. For sure, she was getting out of a lot of work, and people were performing all kinds of little serviced for her--cutting up her food, tying her shoes, etc. Strangely, she resisted all attempts to get her to go to see a doctor, thus adding to the general skepticism about this whole sorry affair.

There was Martin, coming up behind Dena to hug her as she stood listening to a group. Without turning to see who it was, she squeezed his hands. “Don’t you even want to know who’s hugging you?” he demanded. “No,” she said. “It feels so good I don’t even care.”

There was Shirl, whose fascinating conversations and monologues around the campfire held everyone spellbound--and even captured the attention of the park ranger. “Aha," he said. “So you’re the one whose voice carries so far. There have been complaints, you know. It’s after midnight, and people would like to sleep.“ Quickly Shirl said, “If we go to bed right now are we forgiven?“ (What you mean we, Shirl?) The ranger conceded that he supposed so. Everyone was quite disappointed; there had been hopes that she’d be popped into jail, or made an example of in some amusing way.














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