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On this historical note, George decides to mention that he's wearing one of his rare Countess Mara ties, famous for being the first tie ever trademarked, in the 1940s. It is darn slick.

photo, beer of the weekThirst quenching–looking Beer of the Week.

I am so busy taking a photo of it that I do not hear the beginning of a detailed discussion about the location of the 'City of the Week' and only fixed my tuning dial when George said, "Just as I expected," as an introduction to a story of being lost in the mountains of Pennsylvania.

Immediately after I am out of the loop again when the topic shifts to folks with ashes on their foreheads, the next performance of 'Thorn of Crowns' at Notre Dame – can that be right? – and Tomoko Yokomitsu arrives and informs us that she captured her wayward mouse.

"I don't hear the noise in the night anymore," she exclaimed, but still isn't doing any cooking because of all the disorder caused by the wee beastie. "Very disgusting!" she insisted. I gather that the mouse did not bother eating the cheese and bacon she put out for it to try and entice it into a trap.

But I am before myself. Samantha and Eric were on the verge of flight so i arranged for the members to visit the café's terrace where the low sun was spraying an orange glow, and everybody held still for seven photos, all good., but again like last time there was impatience because I forgot to be professional and shout out, 'a little more leg, some high–ho and a bit of a jig, please.'

Just then George was telling us about how he's trying to recruit lady destroyer drivers in the Coast Guard to join his American Legion post in Brooklyn. This is the famous Fighting 69th Post, originally Irish volunteers from New York, back to the Revolution.

Then member, champion coder and all–round ace photographer Josef M. Schomburg arrived and it was time to fold the meet and mosey off towards the Pont des Arts and a little session of sticks and stones with some crummy files that were tearing the daylights out of the server, the one that dishes up this very magazine you have in your hands right now.

'Demo of the Week'

This is supposed to happen on Saturday when all the students are joined by all the unions and their members, professors, the unemployed, the paperless, farmers, soldiers, sailors, candlestick makes, mechanics on the run, milk truck drivers, portable phone salesmen and postal handlers as well as doctors, nurses, bird dealers and pickpockets. The march route will be announced on Radio France–Info. Wear a button, bring a flag.

photo, josef m schomburgMeet your new host.

New Ding–Dong, Bong Bong of the Week

All of this techno spaghetti has frazzled my weak nerves so I am going on a little holiday, just as soon as I fiddle another Web file or two, all weekend no doubt. While I'm under the palms the very same Josef M. Schomburg will be hosting the meetings, taking the photos with his even bigger camera and, perhaps, writing the weekly reports. His hands are capable. Josef is also a bit reserved, but he can handle moderate kidding with ease.

The Café Metropole Club's About Page

Since this so–called meeting 'report' probably leaves you perplexed, treat yourself to an explanation by reading the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page, for its worthwhile insights.

When, Who, What, Why, Where, How?

Club meetings begin at 15:00 every Thursday and continue until 17:00. These times, fixed in carbon steel, are also said to be 3 pm to 5 pm. Around somewhere else is definitely not where the next meetings will be. Despite 'Bong Bong' above is the reason for this rare change.

graphic, club location map

Pass a hour or two or a whole meeting with other club members pretty much like yourself. Real 'firsts' are welcome and true stories will get a sympathetic hearing. Other stories will depend on your skill. Attend as many club meetings as you can stand.

Caution – should you may have the personal mission of remaining unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be '404 – not found' by Web search engines before becoming 'found' gamboling in one of these fantastic club reports.

The 'ex–rules' that the club once had are still former. Talking to other club members at meetings is kosher rather than optional. There are always some empty chairs, so sit. Lolling is okay too. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if there are any listening, and sometimes there are but not always – and if it should by pure rotten hazard be written here.*

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of severe inertia, caused by too much spinning in circles, rectangles, triangles and left–handed reverse corkscrew twisters.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.

A bientôt à Paris
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