Thirteen men looking for a way to avoid setting the storm windows, raking leaves - whatever - came to lunch last Wednesday and they were a talkative bunch.

Aside from all the serious palaver about Maine, our country and the world in general, we heard a tale that dated back to 1943 by our favorite Marine, John Druce. He told us of the time he had guard duty, protecting their aircraft, a Navy TBF torpedo bomber. It was during an official inspection of an island adjacent to Guadalcanal in the South Pacific. While John stood guard, his buddy had a liaison with a couple of "gorgeous" native dancing girls. His buddy didn't tell him about the tryst until years later. John had a picture to document the event. Good story John.

Tonight marks the BHYC social event for November. We will gather at Gardiner Rapelye's home on Roads End on the East Side. The usual procedure is in place regarding nibbles, beverages etc. There is a good possibility that a musical interlude might brighten the affair and certainly the conversation will be stimulating.

The December Holiday party will take place according to Howard and Dee Wright and it will occur at their home on Southport. More details will appear in a future BHYC column.

Remember this as we approach this contentious election season. Political pledges are like bent nails: pointed in one direction, headed in another and crooked in the middle.