The Chairman from the Crazy Club called.

It is Sunday morning, The Commander is away, and Kadizzle is sleeping in with joy.  In a groggy state the phone rings.  It is the Chairman from the Crazy Club in Hazen, the home town of Kadizzle.  The Chairman wants to play a song for Kadizzle over the phone accompanied by himself on the accordion.  Over the phone comes a 20's version of "Hard times come again no more", with the Chairman playing an accordion in the background.  The Chairman insist it is his Sunday morning worship service.

That is what is great about the Crazy Club, the people in it are crazy.  Meetings at the Crazy club are never scheduled. Crazy people don't schedule meetings. Shiny is in charge of organization at the Crazy club, and again there is none.  How do you get to be a member?  Just show up, and say whatever you want, no matter how Crazy.  One rule is never get mad at anybody because you think they are crazy.

What does membership get you? Most of the time you get wonderful cookies baked by Shiny, but sometimes someone puts soap in the cookies.  Kadizzle thinks it is to keep him from eating too many.  You get the news.  Shiny knows everyone, and everything for the last hundred years.  Name anybody and Shiny knows when they last took a dump.   At the Crazy club you get to vent.  What are you pissed off about? Come to the Crazy club and let them know.  They don't care, but will pretend like they are listening.  Out back of the Crazy club is the veranda.  Oh what a lovely place on a sunny day.  You sit on the veranda, and if you want you can bum a smoke from Shiny.  The Alley Cats go by. Now the Alley Cats have their own club.  They are the people who try to avoid Main Street by walking up and down the Alley.  As the Alley Cats go by you engage them in conversation.  Both the Alley Cats and The Crazy Club accept people of all ages.

What is bothering you?  In the midst of a terrible squabble with your wife, your boss, or some other dinger? Come to the Crazy Club.  If you are all caught up in religion, normal thinking, or unable to tolerate a swear word here and there stay home.  What would be the point of being crazy if you could not enjoy it?  Usually the Club manages to entice the editor of the paper to attend a backyard session now and then.  The Hazen Star office is just right down the alley a ways.  The current editor is a good writer, young, and wrapped up in the right wing fantasy.  Breaking him of his delusions will be a big process, but it has to be done.

Sometimes Colonel Klink comes to the Crazy Club.  He is a charter member.  Klink is about as crazy as you can get.  He went to Africa shot an elephant and brought it home.  Now, I wish I was making this up, but I am not, Klink has Twiza's Elephant Palace in his backyard. Klink built his own museum to the elephant with a stuffed elephant in it.  Again, this is true and hard to believe, but Klink also built the most unusual art gallery in his huge estate backyard.  The art gallery is a big garage with a large garage door on both ends.  The walls are covered with sheetrock, and the floor is carpeted.  At this point there are very few art objects in there, but surely he will fill er up.