I spent a delightful hour this past Wednesday in the front seat of my car with a Beautiful Woman.  My wife knows all about it.  Most likely her husband knows about it at this point, too.
 
It all began innocently enough at the last Paramus Rotary Club Foundation Board meeting.  Scott Lippert, Esq., chairman of our Club’s Foundation, had called a semi annual meeting in his office to discuss 2010 scholarship allocations, investment strategies and the like.  
 
Our Club has a considerable Foundation corpus spread out in 11 or so funds and endowments that exceed $400,000 in value.  The Board meet to determine what will be given out each year for scholarships based on investment performance, without compromising the principal.  Scott’s office is in an 80’s large glass and brick modern in downtown Hackensack, nearly across from the Bergen County Court complex.  He is always a gracious host and provides the Board with an excellent continental breakfast in the boardroom.  I recommend the fruit, of course…

         This month fellow Paramus Rotary Club member Mike Paisner wanted to ride along with me.  He called and said he wanted to see what this “Meals on wheels thing” was all about - maybe he wanted to get involved.  I really wanted to be alone, so I told him it was intensely boring and I am a dullard, but he has a suspicious nature and a Boston accent and this only piqued his interest and made him even more determined to find out for himself.  He insisted.  I did not want his company.

“Who are you!?” the small, furiously smoking woman in a red windbreaker shouted at me just as I sat back in the open hatch of the Prius.  She had been pacing along the edge of the lot when I pulled in and froze, fixing a tilted stare at me as I double parked and prepared the car for the food containers.  She had the aspect of a strange, frothing dog as it stares at you just before charging.  Had I invaded her territory?  Why was she now sallying across the lot, arms pumping akimbo, like a billowing Mississippi steamboat reaching upriver at flood-tide through the Cairo bend?