The Maple Street Chowder and Interplanetary Rocket SocietyChapter 2
“This meeting of the Maple Street Chowder and Interplanetary Rocket Society will now come to order,” I intoned from my lofty position as High Chief Muckitey-Muck, Lord of All He Surveys. “Yeah, yeah. Get on with it” murmured my worshipful sycophants. “Is there any old business?” As usual, Old Jeb was the one waving his hand. He must redo his nail polish right before each meeting. “Yes, Jeb? Have you redone your nail polish again?” “No, I just don’t know if this is old business or new...