We've all have experienced it: forgetting the start time of a meeting. A harried town board member hurried downtown, arrived at the library for the monthly meeting, and no one was there. The library was dark. No cars in the lot. It finally dawned on him that he was an hour early for the meeting. Not a problem. A block away was a warm, bright, beckoning bar. So he went in for a drink and came back when he saw me arrive to open up. He told me what happened and I looked at him sceptically. "Buzzed governing is just as bad as drunken governing." I chided. He just laughed and I'm sure he was OK. Still, probably just as well there wasn't that much on the agenda tonight.A picture from my cousin, Paul Domsten.
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