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 Slim Randles'  Home Country
 
            Starting up a charitable organization 
   Send a link to a friend [FEB. 
			xx, 2007]  
            
            It wasn't the dues, which were nothing. It wasn't being 
			worried about being elected recording secretary or something if you 
			missed a meeting. There were no officers, no directors and no 
			meetings. | 
		
            | It was born of an idea that occurred to Doc one day. He said the 
			members of the Mule Barn truck stop's philosophy counter and world 
			dilemma think tank should organize. After his third cup, Doc 
			turned to the others and said sitting there having coffee day after 
			day without any real purpose just didn't seem right. Doc said, "There are so many things a real organization can do." "What would those things be, Doc?" Steve asked. "Giving shoes to orphans," Doc said. "Or curing hunger in 
			third 
			world countries. Or we could watch TV and file complaints." Then Dud piped up. "Would we have to wear funny hats and have a 
			secret handshake and a password?" "Absolutely," Doc said. "Otherwise, how would you know who was 
			one of your brother club members and who wasn't?" Mavis said, "What's your secret password? Regular or decaf?" "I don't think we should let women join," said Bert. [to top of second 
            column] 
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             Nobody nodded until after Mavis had topped off the cups, and had 
			gone into the bowels of the kitchen. "OK," Steve said. "Let's get this straight. No meetings. No name 
			for The Club, right? No officers. No dues to pay. All we have to do 
			is give our shoes to some orphans, right?" "And feed kids in third world countries." "I don't know any kids in third world countries. Could we feed 
			one or two around here, just to kinda e-e-e-ease into it?" "I don't think so," said Doc. "We gotta come up with a third 
			world country and then find out who's in charge of feeding kids. 
			Then we can send them something." "I move we adjourn this meeting," said Steve. "There are no meetings," said Doc. Since no one could name a third world country without a map or 
			listening to National Public Radio, The Club died a quiet death. Brought to you by "Ol' Slim's Views from the Porch," available 
			at 
			www.unmpress.com. (Text 
			copied from file received from Slim Randles) |