It is now 1:45. People are streaming in from lunch. The goodies for the auction have been laid out on the table, people are hovering about them like starving vultures. It seems to be pretty much books.  I don't know what the weather is like - I' enjoyed a quiet lunch here with Ray Jerland and grandson Max.  The turkey was fine... I mean the sandwich, not the other turkey! More females have joined us now. Susan and I are not having to hold down "our" singular side of the room.

The tables are set up in the back of the room for the banquet in a few hours. The ballerinas are still dancing about.  

Linda D