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Alright, now that this S'mores thread has gotten really weird, I have
a funny S'mores story to tell, which is even related to the Museum
business.
I attended (and even graduated from!) a MBA program at SUNY-Binghamton
with a specialization in Arts Administration. We used to have very
interesting speakers come in for seminars, including the late Michael
Straight. For those of you who haven't run across him, he was a very
elegant Oxbridgian gentleman who ran the NEA -- or maybe it was the
National Council -- for a while after Nancy Hanks. He was also
seriously implicated in the Philby/MacClean spy stuff in England.
After his death, it became clear that he was deeply involved in that
spy ring. So, this is a big time, super-sophisticated man who has
been around the world a few times...
After his talk we had a sherry party at the home of the director of
the program, who was, shall we say, a bit less sophisticated. Well,
after the sherry, what does our fearless director serve as a
snack...Here's the nub of the story: S'MORES! I had never seen or
heard of these before, but I'll never forget the look on Mr.
Straight's face as our director handed him one of these gloppy
concoctions...of course, S'more's go *so* well with vintage sherry!
Bang went my sophisticated airs, and I wanted to crawl into a hole...
There's the silly S'mores story. Sorry for bandwidth wasting...
Eric Siegel
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