A GOP’s (Good Old People) Meeting in 2011.
More and more people were invited to the Good Old People Eating Meeting. And the new people invited people, who were soon inviting more new people.
And it was just a matter of math: There were not enough tables for everybody to sit and eat. Then we had to go to Mayor Thunder Tumlin and ask for more space, it was favor calling-in time. After all, Thunder did break bread with us - not that we would want special treatment or anything...
The downtown merchants loved the idea until they discovered we were mostly a thrifty bunch of old farts.