As part of the annual tradition, I was expected to give out some awards. I chose to recognize my Executive Committee and my faithful Sergeant-at-Arms. I also chose to forgo the plaque or engraved paperweight route. All year, the club has been poking fun at me for being a recovering Dead Head. My Secretary is also a Dead Head. So, I designed tee shirts--a Steal Your Face with the Rotary Wheel in the skull and a quote from the lyrics of "The Wheel"--and tie dyed them.
It was received with as much good humor as I anticipated. Just the right amount of levity and, um, "me being me" to counter-balance all the formality of this annual banquet.
Just the right way to end my presidential year.