<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>The vigilant server hears Jaclyn inquire about champagne for me, moving to get a glass.  I shake my head no, that I’ll stay with my drink as is.<br/><br/>Listening to Jaclyn about interviewing, I nod.<strong>“Well I assume that the applicants will be very desirous of any employment, but it would only be fair to inquire of them—do they have questions of us?”</strong><br/><br/>I rest in my chair.<strong>“For instance, might they want to know our demeanor.  Might they want to know how long our trip is, the purpose, even assurances of personal safety.”</strong><br/><br/>It dawns on me, (smile)<strong>“No, I can almost see you thinking, I do not want to participate in the interview.  . . .<em>Harrummph</em>.  I will serve as usher and surely pop my head in, but it is your skill that we’ll rely on.”</strong><br/>