Just a few weeks ago I was surprised to see a former member dine for lunch in the club with a current member, who happens to be a lawyer. Both of them were originally from eastern Europe and are permenantly living in the USA.
About six years ago; we will call him Albert, became a member of the club. He was always an interesting gentleman and always hung out with an eclectic group of people who were less than respectful toward the club.
There was an occasion when he hosted a Christmas holiday party for his mysterious company that he headed with his older brother. Near the end of the party one of his associates was almost unconscious with his vomit-covered face hanging out of the toilet bowl. Another decided he couldn't reach the bathroom in time, so he stood in the emergency exit and urinated; mainly on his shoes! Needless to say that drew the Christmas party to a rapid close.
Albert was always the smooth gentleman and would always be very apologetic for any of his guests "mishaps!"
With someone as smooth as he was with his funny accent, charm and confidence; and did I mention the hot blonde wife; how could life ever trip him up?
Well about six months after his ostentacious wedding to his hot blonde a news article appeared in the local paper. Apparently it turns out his business was in "replica" firearms. I say "replica" with the same doubt as the judge who saw through that charm, accent and confidence and sentenced him to several years of confinement at one of Uncle Sam's finest resorts.
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