Issue 2, January 11, 2015
On Wednesday, Chairman Jepp Walter made note that I was being installed as the 72nd President of SBMC (a number of early presidents served multiple years).
Later on, I was thinking of the significance of the number ’72’.
–In 19’72’, I was 9 years old…not very significant. Annie wouldn’t be in existence for another 11 years…there, I did the math for you.
–In ’72, Richard M. Nixon was re-elected as President. Hmm, not a good example.
–In ’72, dad took me to see the Harlem Globetrotters. That was a lot of fun, but again, not very significant.
–In high school I drove a ’72 Pontiac Le Mans. Later, I would tell people it was a GTO, because by the 1990’s the Le Mans had morphed into a little crappy car.
–There are ’72’ bottles of beer on the wall, but only because somebody drank the 73rd.
I guess when you think about it, the number ’72’ isn’t really significant at all. And, that’s the way I am approaching my year in office: the person and the title aren’t important; but the responsibilities are.
The SBMC President is the Club’s most humbled servant. I am merely the 72nd person to do so.
