Pot Lucks

Recognition is something babies cry for and grown men die for.

A baby cries for food and because the diaper needs changing.  It would be great if they could articulate these things, but all they know what to do is to cry.  They get fed and or their diapers get changed.

A soldier puts his life on the line for the medals he will get.

Recognition.

I don't know how many times I have said this to the leadership of KAG Kanada.  I said it at my Ship Meetings and then at the Squadron meetings.  People have to feel good about what they do.  The way to make them feel good is to recognize them for their efforts.

The vehicle I chose was Pot Lucks.  These were open to anyone.  As well as a form of recognition, they were used as recruitment and family events.

There are several different forms of Recognition in KAG Kanada.  They are covered in the General Rules and Guidelines or the GRG's.

Ranks, Honorifics,  Awards and Commendations (Ship, Squadron, Fleet Commander's and Senior Command Officer's), are what are used in KAG Kanada.  There have been exceptions to those covered in the GRG's.

Barry's Contribution

Phil gets his Imperial Starburst

December 20, 1998 Sqn Co Commendation

I was made very much aware of this at one of our Pot Lucks.  Denise, a single mother, had one of her friends consistently mind her children, so she could attend and participate in events with us.  I realized that without Denise's friend, much of what we had done could not have been accomplished.

At this Pot Luck, the SonchIy had morphed into a Squadron.  I was the Squadron Commander.  I presented Denise's friend, a Squadron Commander's Commendation, for efforts on behalf of Denise.  It was because of her efforts that Denise was able to participate with the SonchIy.

 When I called her up and presented her with the certificate, she started to cry.  I was caught off guard because I didn't know why she was crying.  I didn't understand.  When I asked why she was crying, she told me that no one had ever thanked her before.

Birthday Recognition...Happy Birthday Dave!

Restaurant Take Overs

We worked so hard over the summer and fall of 1997, that when winter came to Halifax, the events slowed down.  At first there was a sigh of relief, we didn't have to go out on a Saturday.  Then Cabin Fever hit, and people were asking, "when are we going to do something?"



March 16, 1997

 Sue and I went to Sunday Brunch at Keddy's Motor Inn in Dartmouth.  The price was reasonable and the selection was magnificent.  On our way out, we approached the waitress and asked if they accepted groups. We mentioned that the group would be in costume.  As we talked, I got the impression she was not too sure of the state of our mental health.  Klingons at a Sunday Brunch??!!!

We put it to the club.  It had been a while since we had any activity, and the club voiced a collective "yes".

I called Keddy's and again, asked if they would accommodate the Klingons for Sunday Bunch.  They wanted to know how many, and as I recall, we planned for around twenty.



February 14, 1999 Keddy's Brunch



The Sunday Morning patrons were dumbfounded when we walked in.  We created a scene.  The most common question was, "is there a convention in town?" 

"Nope, we just wanted to get into costume." 

We did this twice a year for two or three years, until they demolished the Motel. 

Prior to the demolishing though, Sue and I were participating at Banook Kayak Club in Dartmouth.  It was in July I think.  Keddy's was about a half mile from the event, so we decided to go for lunch.  We strolled up Prince Albert Road, and when we got to Keddy's a new waitress was at the door to the restaurant.



Q'Oneqo Self Portrait



She took one look at us, did a 180 degree turn and disappeared into the kitchen area.  Sue and I were caught off guard.  We expected to be seated.  We waited by the "Please Wait To Be Seated" sign for about three minutes.  Another waitress, who we knew, came over.  She was laughing so hard, her mascara was running.

She said, "It was the funniest thing", the waitress who bolted, "went to the cook and yelled, 'there are Klingons in the restaurant'."

The Chef froze, turned and snapped, "how many!?"

"Two!"

"Oh....OK".

It was the look on the new waitresses face that made the waitress we knew laugh so hard.