The Editor's Notes
Perfection is a lofty goal, one that few of us attain, at least consistently. More frequent are those moments you want to erase. Life does not allow that, but it doesn't lessen my need to apologize to all of you for the long amount of time between issues of Going Forward.
I'd like to thank Meredy and Dick Amyx, Angie Richardson, and Jon Lundeen for jumping in, taking all the disparate pieces I've collected/edited, and gluing them together. Any cracks in the final picture are mine. That the picture is coming through at all is due to the diligence of these four folks, not to mention our contributors. We will be back soon on our scheduled non-schedule.
With Mensa elections right on the horizon, Going Forward wishes to avoid any bias in favor of any candidate. Therefore, Don Taylor has stepped down from the positions of publisher and treasurer. We welcome Allen Neuner as our new treasurer for handling the funds of this newsletter. But, if he's going to handle funds, he needs some to handle. Send donations, marked "Going Forward," to Allen, whose address may be found in "Pathfinders" on page 23 in this issue.
Those sparkling visual complements added to this issue of Going Forward are artwork by Lya Korda. Although Lya's owls are instantly recognizable, our new owls have been designed specially for Going Forward. For those of you unfamiliar with Lya and her long, generous history in Mensa, Going Forward would like to introduce you to her through Carol Lee Vitale's biography. Take a moment, please, to meet one of Mensa's most prolific long-time contributors.
There are definitely some moments in life I'd like to erase. Being with all of you, enjoying our sometimes thoughtful, sometimes funny, occasionally raucous interactions is never a reason to haul out the eraser. In fact, it's a reason for Going Forward.
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I have been
literally overwhelmed by the rules and policies and bizarre ways that
all those things interact when one finds oneself a patient caught in
the medical system. I am still limping around in the medical maze, certain
that the Minotaur is lurking in the next hallway, disguised in a white
coat. The thrill of the lottery cannot surpass the mystique of medical
comprehension — and as a patient, I feel the odds of winning the
former are about as good as coming out a winner in the latter. So, off
I head for that infamous Second Opinion — and I leave Going
Forward to finally do exactly as its name implies.