Henry David Thoreau 1854.
Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance
and mistake, are so occupied with the factitious cares and superfluously coarse
labors of life that its finer fruits cannot be plucked by them. Their fingers,
from excessive toil, are too clumsy and tremble too much for that. Actually, the
laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day; he cannot afford
to sustain the manliest relations to men; his labor would be depreciated in the
market. He has no time to be anything but a machine. How can he remember well
his ignorance -- which his growth requires -- who has so often to use his
knowledge? We should feed and clothe him gratuitously sometimes, and recruit him
with our cordials, before we judge of him. The finest qualities of our nature,
like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.
Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly…
"I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
B.F. Skinner 1987 "Faced with
the prediction of what life will be like when critical resources are nearly
exhausted and the environment irreversibly polluted, it seems irresponsible
simply to teach young people to enjoy themselves in less threatening ways. But
building a new culture from the very beginning may be our only hope."
Skinner wanted a society where citizens could collectively manage their own
affairs rather than depending on elites. Walden Two is a society that promotes
citizen participation in the face-to-face decision-making processes.
John Canivan 2005 Although
experimental self sufficient communities are more successful now than they have
been in the past a Utopian Dream is still a fictional story. Competition has been
a major force used to shape our social evolution, but capitalism by itself can
no longer provide the framework for viable society and a sustainable economy. A
healthy respect for our planet and a cooperative environment are needed to for human growth.
If you would like to contribute to the Utopian Dream story and become part of the virtual community read first and than pick a character or invent a character and find a way to integrate that character into the story. Develop dialog. Make your character real and perhaps he/she will be the inspiration we geed to guide us through a difficult transition from a world without oil into a Solar Age. I will of course reserve the right to accept, reject or publish any articles submitted.
Outline of Utopian Dream Part 1
2. Aunt Farm
3. The Accountant
4. Advice From a Friend
5. A $500,000 Purchase
6. A Communal Adventure
7. Moose Mountain
Description of Characters
WILLIAM CREMFIELD: Founder of Aunt Farm and a dedicated biochemist who believes in the possibilities of having a positive influence on our social evolution.
JOHN HAMILTON: Childhood friend of William Cremfield who sold out to the establishment and became certified accountant who works as a mortgage broker for EAB.
: an Architectural Engineer who teaches at
ZINSKY : a psychology professor at OSU
MIKE BARNS : a childhood friend of William Cremfield with construction experience.
NED VICKERS : a childhood friend of William Cremfield
MEL : a impoverished local farmer with a broken down backhoe
Anyhow the list of characters and the story are a crude beginning subject to
change and where the story goes will largely depend on you and your ideas. Send email if you have
and now for the story...
A Social Connection
Saturday evening around
the phone would ring at the Hamilton household. My father would usually
pick up, but somehow I knew who was calling. Dad would signal me to the phone,
your Aunt wants to talk with you."
down I always knew it was Aunt Helen, but that never stopped me from imagining
this tiny little black creature with six skinny legs and a pair of movable
antennae standing next to the mouth piece of a phone on the other side of town.
The fires of my fantasy were fanned when I imagined Aunt Helen in her beehive
hairdo. Mrs. Bloomtree, my second grade instructor. said:
and ants are very much alike; they are social insects just like you and I"
also thought of Mrs. Bloomtree when I talked with Aunt Helen especially when my
father would say:
here and talk with your Aunt Helen, Johnny. Let's be sociable."
sociable was difficult for me. While
the other kids were playing tag in the school yard I would sit on a curb and
watch ants carry large crumbs into a pavement crack, and then I'd watch the
crack for as long as it would take. Most students at
ya lookin' at Johnny." He said, with his funny little smile.
"See that crack over there?"
"Well that's what I'm looking at."
"Because I' m waiting for my ant."
"Your Aunt?" He said.
"No, Billy, my ant."
"My ant disappeared into that crack with a lunch crumb, and I'm waiting for him to come back out."
"Oh your ant."
"Yes Billy, My ant. If you like you could have an ant of your very own."
"Sure just pick one out and follow him wherever he goes."
then a large black one with great wavy antennae squeezed out of the crack.
that your ant Johnny?" He said.
"No Billy he's much too big."
"How will ya know your ant."
"I just will."
adults say children have a rather limited attention span, but after being
exposed to six months of ant watching with Billy Cremfield
I would have to disagree. On one sunny afternoon in May our patience
finally paid off. We both witnessed something that was to have a profound effect
on our adult lives. Two ants crossed paths and rubbed antennae.
are they doing?" asked Billy.
"I don't know, kissing I guess."
we got back to class Billy was still curious so he asked Mrs. Bloomtree about
a social thing," she said, and then she told us to both take a seat...
through elementary and high school Bill Cremfield and I kept in touch. We
attended many of the same classes, but we never understood the significance of
antenna rubbing until we talked with Mr. Hinton, our tenth grade biology
sort of a ritual among ants you might say,” said Mr. Hinton. Bits of food and
grains of sugar are distributed throughout the colony by this ritual method of
antenna rubbing. You see an ant by herself can't exist very long. They are part
of a whole community in the same way your hands and feet are part of your body.
We must always think of ants as belonging to a community in order to understand
their behavior. A colony of ants comprises what I like to call a "social
organism." As individuals they
don’t stand a chance in the cold cruel world, but there interdependence has
assured their survival."
class Bill and I made an appointment to talk with Mr. Hinton in private.
we part of a social organism?." I asked.
"How do you mean?" asked Mr. Hinton.
"Well ants exchange drops of sugar the way we exchange green pieces of paper."
"That's true, but ants are very much different from you and I. Their behavior is governed by cooperative instincts rather than competitive intellectualism."
"Does that make us better?"
"Lets just say people are motivated toward behaviors that benefits their personal needs without regard for the community in which they live while ants are locked into primitive instincts which insure the survival of the colony."
"Is that how ants survived for hundreds of millions of years?" asked Bill.
"If people were more cooperative and less competitive would people be more like ants?" asked Bill.
"Yes I believe they would be."
"And would people survive for hundreds of millions of years like the ants?"
"Yes! I believe they would” said professor Hinton.
all those long years in grade school I had finally learned the difference
between aunt and ant and now our biology teacher was telling me they were really
very much the same except for that thing about cooperation. I was thinking of
sociable Aunt Helen and her skinny legs exchanging green pieces of paper. I know
it's not fair, but I can't help myself. I mean ants have brains the size of a
pinhead and Aunt Helen has a cantaloupe size brain, and ants work together
cooperatively and people are always competing with each other. There really
shouldn't be any similarity, but I every time I talked with sociable Aunt Helen
I was reminded of the ants that Billy and I patiently observed in the school
yard many years ago. Perhaps this connection is what motivated my interest in
sociology, but my friend Bill went down a different path.
had a real knack when it came to the frog dissection. His frog intestine
measured thirty seven inches, the longest ever recorded at Ketchum Sr. High. The
most coherent segment I could manage was three inches.
Mr. Hinton was very impressed and thought for sure Bill would be doing
organ transplants some day. This,
however, would never happen, and Mr. Hinton would have known that if he had
glanced at Bill’s books like the “Anaconda Ant" and "The Wonderful
World of Insects". After Ketchum High Bill and I went our separate ways. He
enrolled into SUNY at
heading west Bill gave me a call and we decided to get together and pay a visit
I've finally decided to pack it
in and I hope I can convince you to do the same. I miss the talks we once had
and I do hope we can have them again. There are some teachers and students that
I work with here at OSU who are supportive, and the money here is good, but
it’s no longer enough. My research on ant behavior governed by chemical
signals has led me to believe that a more advanced social order is possible for
people. The instinctual behavior of ants is unique and I would never expect
human beings to be content to conform to simplistic ant norms based on chemical
secretions, but I do believe the Human condition could be greatly improved with
some conscious guidelines in a structured environment. I’m sure you have a
better understanding of what I’m talking about. The field of “Social
Evolution” is fairly new science but I believe your experience would helpful
in outlining a comprehensive framework for a sustainable social order. I’m
calling this self sufficient community “Aunt Farm” in honor of your
Remember how Mr. Hinton
described an ant colony as a "social organism". Well it's true. The
lives of all colony ants are interconnected and interdependent. Our lives are
also interconnected and interdependent though our basic motivations may seem
different. Actually aunts and ants have a lot in common. Ants work for sugar and
aunts work for green pieces of paper to buy sugar. Aunt brains are a trillion
times larger than ant brains, yet they are both prodded on by the same basic
instincts for survival. Oh our technology is more advanced and we can do more
harm to the earth if we choose to, but our basic "social organism"
structure is very much the same.
Well if this is true you might
say "What's the problem? Ant
"social organisms" have been around for hundreds of millions of years.
Why are humans expected to become extinct before the end of the next millennium?
I believe the answer to this question can be found in the irresponsible nature
of our competitive technology. We use our complex mega brains to find
gratification and dominate the world but have isolated ourselves from our
environment in the process. Basically I am searching for a practical way to
reconnect. To find life meaningful and also understand what holds a society
together I feel I must become part of the process and I am hopeful that you will
join me in this quest.
reading his letter I responded with a: nice-to-here-from-you, and
I’m-flattered-by your-request, but no-thanks, I’m-happy where-I-am letter. I
told Bill how lucky he was to be in a prestigious, well-paid profession, and how
foolish he'd be to blow it on a pie in the sky utopian dream. I explained that
communes had never been successful in the past and would probably never be
successful in the future. I also reasoned that one successful independent
community would have a negligible effect on the economy and people would still
be faced with the same burdens of taxes and crime that they had always been
plagued with before. A week later I received this response:
I’m sorry you feel that way.
It sounds like you’re content with your position as an EAB mortgage broker,
and it looks like the business credits paid off for you. Guess you finally got
your MBA and your financial security. Congratulations, I knew you’d be
financially successful some day, but I thought you’d still have that passion
for the social science you once had. Why did you switch majors anyhow? Please
don’t tell me it has something to do with $ $ $.
I would still like thoughts on
the social organism concept? Can you see the parts of the organism that
I’m talking about? Can you see the organs and tissues and cells? The point is
we have the opportunity to take part in the re-construction of our own
"Social Organism". Wouldn’t you like to have a conscious control
over your own destiny and the destiny of our planet? As single cells floating
around in the sea of life we wouldn’t have much of a chance. Even if you run
the EAB finance department one day you’ll still be a single unattached cell?
We’re like an ants separated
from the colony, but if somehow we could become part of a community of cells
that share values and beliefs we should be able to work in harmony and have a
positive effect on the entire organism. Johnny I know you know what I mean.
Please don’t give me that frowney face. Anyhow it was my hope that a mutually
beneficial utopian community could be pieced together that would depend more on
cooperation than competition. Here's your chance to make us
proud. This could be your ticket off
friend as always
was Bill thinking? How can a man reason with a child? We all have dreams but as
we grow older most of us learn to see the difference between our dreams and the
cold hard word of reality. I told Bill that Aunt Helen couldn’t come because
she was busy bench pressing daises and I had no intention of leaving my sinecure
job for a pioneering excursion that might end in frost bite and dysentery. I
responded to Bills letter in the following manor:
so noble about suffering, Bill? Your social organism will be better off without
me I’d be grumbling about
inadequate bathroom facilities and not enough hot water, and you should also be
considering these things before it’s too late. You’ll be giving up a
prominent position in a prominent university to say nothing about the health
risks of living in an untamed environment. Please consider saving yourself from
your own delusions of grandeur. From the prospective of a financial advisor I am
advising you to abandon these foolish utopian dreams and settle for a more
the months rolled by I patiently waited for a response from my childhood buddy,
but some time passed before he contacted me. My life bumbled along as expected.
I had never expected much, and had no reason to feel resentful. Most people
would envy my position and my salary.
was a typical steamy day in July at the EAB. Young, unqualified couples seeking
mortgage approval waited patiently on the hard sticky oak chairs outside my
office. My secretary was able to dissuade most home owner hopeful’s, but a few
always slipped by and insisted on paying the $300 for the PAAR (Pre Approved
Application Review). I hate to see young folks throw their money out like that,
but then they do help pay my salary so I guess I shouldn't complain. At 3:00 PM
Joseph O’Brien, our white haired security guard, locked the front door to
close out another lucrative day at the bank. I logged on to the internet to
check out the latest stock market quotes and noticed 17 unread emails in my
inbox. Fourteen were pure junk and then there were the three prospective clients
with their dumb questions. I wanted to go home, but just as I sent off the last
dumb answer to the last dumb question Joseph dumped a pile of letters on my dumb
desk. This menial job was normally entrusted to Mayble, my bimbo secretary, but
she had an appointment with a beautician so Joseph decided to take up the slack.
Anyhow to make a long story a little longer I did find one letter at the very
bottom of the pile that caught my attention. The corners of the envelope were
bent and brown watermarks were scattered about in a haphazard fashion, but the
return address was still legible. It was from
A Communal Adventure
Thank you for your concerns, but
I feel that you are the one who needs saving.
When are you going to cash in your chips and join our interdependent
community? Does the EAB own your soul? Don’t
tell me you enjoy your lifestyle.
For the last three days I've
been going through this box of snail mail a friend picked up from the
Anyhow I wanted to tell you
about our progress thus far.
Last week Ned Vickers and
Michael Barns and I put up the pipe frame for a greenhouse. Remember Ned and
Mike? These were the guys who made Miss Bloomtree laugh. Anyhow tomorrow Ned and
Mike and I will be tying down a double layered plastic tarp. It’s the most
economical way of holding onto greenhouse heat.
We’ll plan to get some seedlings started as soon as possible though it
is a bit late in the season to expect much.
An excavating project on the
south slope of will begin next week. Mike has a great plan for a solar heated
community house on the south slope. I’m sure you would be impressed. Ned
installed a PV panel to power my Dell, but we’ll still need a satellite hook
up to connect with the internet. I’ve been uploading files at a friend’s
house once a week. I understand that communal living may not be your thing, but
we could still use your financial advice. My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org
Advice From a Friend
letter made me angry and I couldn’t understand why. We had gone our separate
ways after High School so why would I care what Bill did with his life? Bill was
never going to grow up. He was a renowned biologist and he had an extensive
understanding of ant behavior, but Bill was still naive when it came to
understanding the business world. All I could do was gather some information and
offer some advice.
list of questions for bill went something like this:
Who owns what?
2. How are decisions made within your group?
3. Do you have water?
4. Do you have electricity other than that one PV panel?
5. How do you expect to make it through the winter?
6. Where are the other six investors?
7. How did you come upon this worthless piece of real estate?
8. How do expect to support yourselves out there in this isolated area?
9. What happens if you get sick?
10. What are the other six investors doing while you people are slaving away?
11. What do you expect to grow on a pile of rocks?
uploading these questions to Bill I received a reply the very next day.
Oh cluck cluck cluck, Johnny.
You sound just like your Aunt Helen. You worry too much about creature comforts
and traditionalism. All I can say is that I now have a a sense of harmony and
direction. I understand your entanglement with and your complacency towards
bureaucratic mediocrity, and I don’t expect you to understand what I’m
trying to accomplish at this time. Perhaps this list of questions you sent would
best be answered by reading a daily log of our progress since the time we bought
stock market quotes could wait. I decided to download Billy's file. By
had been completely loaded into a 3.5"
floppy and packed away in a special slot of
my naugahide attaché. I
smiled at Mr. O' Brian on the way out, and he tipped his hat. My faithful red
DZX Sports Coup waited patiently on a specially designated slot of the EAB
parking lot. I was thinking about those
college debates in philosophy and
sociology, and I was thinking about Plato and Cicero and Socrates and truth and
courage and the concept of harmony and beauty, and then I was thinking of my
secure job and Billy out there
in some remote wilderness rolling stones down the side of a mountain. Be
thankful Reader that I have decided not to dump the entire file upon your head,
but have instead chosen to sprinkle you with selected tidbits to "titillate
your imagination" as Aunt Helen used to say.
A $500,000 Purchase
"Very interesting, but I
really must be going."
Friday evening April 2, 1997
on or about
we set out from campus on a 650mi stormy trek to
the rains were still heavy and the chauvinist
pig jokes were wearing thin. When the last of the turkey sandwiches were gone
Ned turned to me and said:
now Professor Cremfield?"
a dismal cloud still hung directly overhead. My
grade school friends and my new faculty acquaintances were looking to me for
guidance the way a child looks to his father. I was as confused as my cohorts,
but being the instigator of the "Aunt Colony" idea I felt a certain
obligation to say something.
have grown so accustomed to the amenities of a well-lit, warm-dry building that
adjusting to the raw elements has apparently placed some of us in a state of
"That's right," said Ned, "and we know who we are."
and Zinsky let out a painful grunt and Mike spilt half a cup of hot coffee on
his lap. My credibility as a social guru was on the wane, but luck was with me
on this day for the distant sound of water splashing on a fender grew louder,
and Nancy Greenfield pulled up alongside our van and blasted her horn.
what are you crazy people doing out here? Don't ya know it's raining?" She
Ned rolled down the window and Zinsky yelled out. "We couldn't wait another day,
"You pioneers gona sit on your butts and wait out the storm?" said
"What choice do we have?" said Mike.
"We always have options." said
Julian opened the side door and
"What's in the bag?" I said.
"More garbage bags, what did you think I had? I don't believe you guys came all the way out here without ponchos. I hope you brought boots?"
"Well," said Mike, "We never really thought it would be necessary."
"This ain't no beach party on
"What do ya mean?" asked Mike?
"I mean it sometimes drops below zero in Clarkston."
Mike looked at me with those how-could-you eyes.
"We got plenty of blankets, Mike. Don't worry?" I said.
"That's good you'll need um. So who's up for an adventure?"
hands went straight up. Mike and I were a little slow to respond.
do you have in mind?" I asked
"How would you gringos like to go on a little expedition up the side of
"But it's raining." said Julian.
"But it's raining... But it's raining... poor baby. I thought you guys came here for an adventure."
"Well we want to build an independent community." I said.
"Same thing", said
"But we don't have boots." I said.
"Put on your booties boys and girls, and we can play follow the leader."
“But it’s still raining”, said Ned.
“Why do you think these plastic bags are for. Just make one hole for your head and two more for your arms. Professor Cremfield will you please tell Mike to nock it off.”
Julian and Zinsky and Mike looked in my direction.
"Not him." said
struggled into our boots and garbage bag ponchos and filed out one by one. A
bolt of lightning illuminated the sky followed in two seconds by a clap of
lightning was 2,200 feet away." said Julian.
"How would you know that?" asked Ned.
"Sound travels at 1100 feet per second."
"Oh!" said Ned.
"Keep it moving, gringos." yelled
field was lush with scrub pine, sycamore, poplar and juniper. Choke vines
encircled the sycamores, cutting into their bark. We followed
your eyes on the stepping stones if you want to stay dry." said
if that tiny bopper wasn't getting herself all puffed up, I thought.
naughty, Professor Cremfield," said
sat there for awhile cold and foolish. Ned was smiling, but nobody laughed.
My curiosity was peaked by the time we reached the shoreline.
"It’s very special place Professor. Trust me on this one." she said
"Bout a mile . Wass-a-maddaa Grandpa, time for your nap."
"Lead on, oh Great Navigator." I said.
had each fallen a half dozen or more times before reaching "her special
place" but our tired, disheveled, bodies were hopeful. That’s when Nancy
who looked like a fresh-out-of-the-shower girl, pushed us too far. At the ridge
is my 'special place'." She said.
was all we could handle. Spontaneously Mike and Ned and Julian and Zinsky and I
approached our skilled navigator with mud in hand. Backwards she walked into a
nearby puddle, then we finished her off with generous handfuls of the finest
don’t want you to feel left out." I said
"Gee thanks guys.
You're all so thoughtful, perhaps if I had two left feet this mud bath would be unnecessary."
"Perhaps" I said. "Hope your not angry?"
ANGRY... Why would I be angry?" She yelled.
could here her voice echo off the canyon walls below. No one was laughing. Ned
stepped back and stumbled on Julian's foot causing her to loose balance. Zinsky
grabbed Julian's poncho, but the weight was too much and they all plummeted into
an awaiting ditch. Mike and I stood there waiting. The rain was falling
especially heavy now. Zinsky dark hair was straight and dripping and covered
half her chin.
of you crazy people waana see my secret special place?" She said.
"No thanks.” said Mike. "I waana go home."
"Ya waana get dry don't you?"
"Do we have to?"
"Yes you do gentlemen and ladies. Step this way for the nineteenth wonder of the world, but this time keep close eye on your feet. The ledge is narrow and it’s a long way down."
got a match?" asked
and Mike reached into their pockets, but found nothing useful. Mike had butane
lighter, out of fuel and Ned had a book of wet matches.
mind." she said.
you boys feel the urge to make yourselves useful there is box of kindling just
inside that first tunnel on the right."
brought in a generous supply of kindling and Ned found a few dry logs stacked
near the entrance Julian helped stretch a nylon cord high and tight in the vicinity
of the camp fire. When the room warmed
all ya get boys." She said." Better make use of the facilities we'll
probably be here awhile."
I suppose we should have been more somber and fearful about each other and the
elements of nature, but those days of being somber and fearful were over. We
were on the brink of great sociological change and somehow we knew it, sitting
there in our underwear, watching our close drip onto a cave floor 2,000 feet
above the base of a mountain in some obscure corner of a low priority state.
Ten thousand years ago family communities gathered in caves not unlike this one. Perhaps, too soon, we have abandoned the stone shelter. When the last ice age ended and controlled agriculture became the fad, stockpiles of food provided leisure time. In time towns developed with a cast system of workers and priests. A hierarchy developed The secretes of agriculture and food preservation and were guarded by the high priests who controlled their subjects with fear. Caves were abandoned for this so called "civilization" and now we are reunited with the ancestral cave where we might rediscover treasure buried deep within the conscience of humanity.
My eyes were on the ledge and the brown valley and a small lake in the dim distance
Professor Cremfield. Anybody home?" Said Julian.
"Yes Julian. " I said. "We're all home."
"Ya mean this is it." Said Ned.
"That's right, Ned, what more could you want?"
"How about a warm shower and a warm bed to start?"
"You mean creature comforts."
"Ned's right, Professor, as nice as this cave is we're spoiled. We'll never get this community started in a cave." said Zinsky.
"But we already have."
"Zinsky right, Professor," said
great," said Mike ". “Let's go.”
so fast, Mike, our
aren’t dry yet, and Uncle Bob won't be home till
, Besides Professor Cremfield has some things to
talk about, right Professor."
a very perceptive woman, Nancy, but I'm sitting here in my underwear like
everyone else and you still call me Professor Cremfield."
you like me to call you Bill?"
would be fine.”
honored that you call me Professor and you may continue to do so but please
realize I'm no more special than anyone else here. Where would we be without
all be dryer." said Ned.
that's true, but without
what are you saying, Bill." said Zinsky.
I'm saying is we all need to be leaders and we all need to be followers if this
community is going to work."
that's impossible how can we all be leaders and all be followers. What do we do
if we can't agree?" asked Mike.
placed head in hand and rubbed my eyes and then looked out at the valley below
feeling the weight and importance of the question wishing that my old friend
John were here to find the right words.
question, Mike. Our success as a community will
definitely hinge on our ability to resolve conflict. Shall we explicitly
appoint or elect a leaders by a democratic agenda or should we arm wrestle for
the position or flip for it every two weeks. I have an old Sociology friend from
"But what recourse will an individual have if colony life is no longer suitable." said Julian.
good question Julian, but you should know the answer to that one. Ten of us
agreed to buy 986 acres jointly from
but what happens if more members join?"
"Julian I'm surprised at you. Didn't you read your contract?"
"No, I trusted you?"
"Well I'm flattered and I hope you agree with the contract because I want you with us. Is there anyone else here who didn't read their contract?"
Three hands went up.
"OK people I'll go over the basic contract with you now, and I'm sure you'll all find it very fair and equitable, but in the future please read your contracts.
Any equal partner must contribute $50,000 in return for membership privileges
and a five acre parcel to be agreed upon by a 3/4 vote of active members. Funds
collected in excess of the purchase price would be used for community
development. No more than fifty equal partner members would be allowed in this
Each member of the community is expected to contribute a minimum of 500 hours of
service or $5,000 per year to retain equal partner membership. Approved hours
contributed in excess of the mandatory 500 hours will go toward colony stock
options which may be cashed or held like any conventional stocks.
A supportive, nurturing environment of cooperation will be maintained within the
colony for the purposes of individual growth and social evolution. Uncooperative
members may be terminated at any time by a 3/4 vote of the active membership.
Individual are free to resign form the colony at any time. Half the original
investment of $50,000 will be returned to the individual upon membership
termination. Stock options may be retained or cashed in at this time or at any
time. The assigned five acre parcel
may be retained by a member or terminated member, but it may not be sold or
willed to heirs without the express permission of a 3/4 majority.
4. The health........
"Hold it! Hold it! We get the idea."
"Well thanks, Mike" I said. "I really don't wish to be so long winded about this, but ....."
"Oh sure you do Bill."
"Yeah, guess I do. It's just that this contract is sort of like our constitution. I get all misty inside when ever the contract comes up."
"We know," said Ned. "We're just puttin' ya on. Mike and I love it when you go into your Thomas Jefferson routine."
Ned stood up and announced: "Three cheers for Thomas Jefferson."
And there was a ridiculous clamor "Hip Hip Har aaaaaaaaaaaaa Hip Hip Har .............."
"It's just that we've got so much to talk about.. like health care and child care and job opportunity and old age retirement and internal and external social reform and social evolution and...."
"Stop him please, anybody, his mouth won't stop moving.", said Ned.
"Mumm mumm mumm....," Was the best I could do.
"Professor," said Zinsky ",I know you have a wonderful long range plan mapped out for all of us, but what are we going to do tomorrow."
"Forget about tomorrow Zinsky; what are we going to do tonight?" said Mike.
"Don't worry about tonight we can stay at Uncle Bob's. He's got a grand old house and lots of room. As a matter of fact My uncle is looking forward to meeting everyone. We could talk about tomorrow over a spaghetti dinner tonight." said
The clothes took a few more hours to become reasonably dry, but after enduring a plethora of Julian's male chauvinist jokes, Ned suggested it was time to leave.
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