I am deeply honored to serve on the board of a local historical group, but sometimes my duties go well beyond the four-meetings-a-year that I was promised would be all board membership would entail.
Yesterday the board president (who recruited me) and I loaded up cut tree branches from around the nonprofit's property and dumped them in the woods. I was standing there behind her pickup, sweating, impaled by rose thorns, tugging with all my strength-training might to try to dislodge the branches from the truck bed as my colleague pushed.
They weren't budging.
We paused. We both uttered the same oath.
I looked up at her.
"Four meetings a year, huh," I said.
She roared with laughter.
"Yeah, that's what we tell everybody!"
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