This is my year to head up my service organization’s pancake day where we will raise around 40k to fund children programs in our city. Typically 6,000-7,000 people are fed all the pancakes and sausage they can eat while local bands play for them. Silent auctions are held and this year, a raffle for a 42′ flat screen TV.
I found myself standing in the IHOP parking lot this morning at 4 a.m., waiting for the truck to arrive so we could unload the thousands of dollars of donated product these fine folks give to us so we can raise optimum dollars for the kids. It is my fourth year to arrive in that parking lot at an ungodly hour but I have found I don’t mind it so much as you really have a chance to get to know some of you club members that you may not run around in their circles.
This morning we chatted about hunting, military experience (which was a conversation I didn’t partake in as I have none), politics, the possibility of taxing gun owners, kids, our own children, and assorted other topics as we loaded the trailer full. This afternoon I will be unloading the trailer and again, it will be another time to have more conversations with different people about most subjects.
Saturday will be a day of pandemonium. Starting from 6:30 in the morning and going until 8 p.m. that night, the day will be nothing but serve, clean, serve again, clean some more, serve even more…. you get the picture. My feet are already aching in anticipation of this day but the good news is that after the pandemonium… my time as the “pancake guy” will be just hours from being over. Then… some other person can worry about it although I know I will be back at my spot in the parking lot next year, at 4 a.m., waiting to start the pandemonium all over again.