One night Tim and I were sitting around drinking scotch and sodas when the subject of books, and then book clubs came up. Voila! The idea of a book club for scotch drinkers was born. After discussing who we should invite to our first meeting, Bob, Mike and Rod joined us at the inaugural book club. My wife was skeptical at first, thinking that a book club was just an excuse for a bunch of guys to sit around and drink scotch, but at our first meeting she walked through the room and said "you guys are actually talking about the book." And so we were. Unfortunately, Rod's appreciation forwas not as ardent as ours, and he quickly dropped out to be replaced by Mic. Then Chris joined us in 2006.
Although we have always enjoyed loyal attendance, members would occasionally miss meetings due to other demands on their time. In recent years, however, members have rarely missed meetings, an indication of the importance of the club to each of us. We've done over 100 books now, and I think this club will continue a long time in the future.
If memory serves me correctly, sometime in 1994, Keith approached me and asked if I wanted to be part of a book club. Keith and Tim had discussed this where they work. Umm, OK, so I thought, how boring could this be? Keith and I had previously shared many a dram and he said that Scotch would be involved, so I grudgingly joined.
After all of these years, I am always grateful that I joined. I have been most surprised by learning all of the varied and different views of what I have read. Of all in the book club, I have known Tim and Keith the longest, since 1983.
My first book club made me feel I had gotten in too deep. We discussed The Road To Serfdom by Friedrich A. Hayek. An awful read even if your looking for just a semblance of some intellectual discussion. It seemed clear to me that these guys weren't fooling around. Hayek's writing style employed double and triple negatives making some sentences a full paragraph. Keeping track of all the complex ideas was difficult to say the least. Thinking that I had to respond in kind, I assigned Cancer Ward by Aleksandr Solshenitsyn. The boys weren't pleased. Touché, I say!
I overheard these guys talking about a book club but sampling scotch so I asked, "can I join"?