So last night between sips of high balls, bites of roasted tenderloin, Malbec and flan, I recognized one of the supervisors named Herbie. Herbie was one that we all looked up to when working there. Kind of a JJ Johnson look alike. Tall and funny and very cordial. He was loved by the general membership there, who were all the wealthiest and high profile in the area. I asked my server to send him over and he was there in a flash. I explained who I was and how important the St. Louis Club was to my becoming whom I am. He remembered me.
It was a tad uncomfortable, because he treated me like a member, like one of the people who belonged there. While I was comfortable being there, I couldn't help but relate to the service staff. He was crisp in his skill of making me feel important. And I would have preferred something a little different.
I thanked him for his influence and reached out my hand, a little disappointed from such a high standard of cordiality. We shook hands and at the end was when it happened. Yes! The "Soul brother shake"!-- that three move procedure, beginning with a traditional, palm-to-palm clasp, followed in quick succession by a clasping at the hilt of the thumbs, and finally, by a hooked clasp of only the fingers. Yup, ole Herbie gave it up in ability to read the situation. Letting me know that he was feeling it. Guys like Herbie are my heros.
It was a great evening for a great man, Dr. Pieper. I look to see the St. Louis College of Pharmacy rise up in prestige due to his style and commitment to student and community. I am thankful that he included me in the dinner. It was a wonderful night with a bonus from he past, ifyouknowhatimtalkinbout.