PRESIDENT’S LETTER By Cat Campbell
interpretation of the meaning behind playng the song and accepting that, “It’s something unpredictable, But in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life.” I can’t believe it’s been a year since our 2021 board of directors stepped into their roles, and now it’s time to announce the 2022 board and say our farewells to a few officers. Good Riddance is not the song I plan to blast as we exit our last virtual meeting, perhaps something along the lines of Rhianna’s Farewell, Semisonic’s Closing Time, or Here Comes the Sun (thanks Beatles). It’s hard to imagine January; Courtney won’t be patiently reminding me that my column was due last week. Rebecca won’t kindly respond to some crazy idea with, “well, it’s a fun idea, but how are we going to pay for it? Maybe we can budget next time?” Jeff and
I never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting. —PETER PAN
I remember the last day of camp, summer 2001, my first (and last) year as a sleep away camp counselor, the owners of the camp blasted Green Day’s song, Time Of Your Life. I thought it fitting; the lyrics embraced the vast emotions we were all experiencing. “So take the photographs and still frames in your mind, Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time…” I smiled as my campers packed their things and we said our farewells. When it was just the staff, we looked up the lyrics to clarify some of the words and saw the actual name of the song: Good Riddance. I’m sticking with my sunnier
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