I thought last week that I might take a week off. There is not any pressing news on which to report, but today is just right for column creating; snow and cold and yuck. It occurs to me that our annual Christmas party will be upon us in just a week. So let me see if I can make a silk purse out of a sow's ear?

Howard and Dee Wright will be our hosts at their place on Southport on December 13th. It was noted a couple of weeks ago that they are located on the road into the Boothbay Region Boatyard so get out your back issues of the Register and recheck directions. The usual drill is in place, hors d'oeuvres, beverage, etc. and I'm sure we will see some festive holiday clothing. The time is 5:30 p.m. and it will be dark. Bring a flashlight in the event that it is icy.

The men's lunch group is still meeting on Wednesday at high-noon at Mr. C's. There are still many world problems to be solved and this group has most of the answers. They use sense in their thinking; two kinds; horse and common! We should tape it and send it on to the many candidates running for political office.

An e-mail just came through with the gift of the season. Our club has a limited supply of our Historical Celebration Book, depicting 112 years of BHYC history and much Boothbay Region history as a bonus. It was written by Peggy Chapman with help from husband PC John. It just might be great for those little Rug-Rats following in your footsteps, a treasure for which they will thank you many years from now. The price is minimal; under fifty bucks a copy and it will be charged to your club account which you can pay off in easy monthly installments.

In this electronic age I have a poem to leave you with.

I have a spelling checker,

It came with my PC

It plainly marks for my revue

Mistakes I cannot sea.

I've run this poem threw it,

I'm sure your please to no,

Its letter perfect in it's weight,

My checker told me sew.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas.