“Why are we meeting during the holidays?” grumped Old Sievert as he swayed toward his over -stuffed rocker in the big window on the sunny side of the dance floor.
Chairperson Ork Dorken rapped his Coke bottle against the hollow core door converted into a table.
“For one thing, they’re going to be handing out vaccine soon and we want to be sure that everybody gets their share,” reported Chief Securit…