The tables were all set, the loaves of beer bread out of the oven, the fudge was delivered along with 5 bottles of wine.  The presenters were ready, the silent auction items were stacking up, brochures were bagged and ready to pass out.  The hand waxers and foot massagers were ready and the lady masseuse all limbered up.  The shooting range was reserved.  Dinner was on the stove and the oven was warming to bake the potatoes.  A case of cabbage was delivered and Jim was sharpening his knife in preparation for the big chop.

The guest list was long - 24 for inns and 41 people. Unfortunately, no one thought to invite Mother Nature and SHE didn't cooperate.  By Thursday evening about 1/2 of the inns had cancelled and Friday morning the calls were coming in fast.  Anxious faces were glancing one minute at the tv weather station, and another minute outside.

The decision, of course, was to cancel our conference.  Of the members present, and the very few who braved their way to Pierre that day, the meeting was held.  We started as early as we could, and ended as quickly as possible.  The following are the minutes and other reports you might want to read.  (Next time there will be an engraved invitation for "you-know-who")