OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers
OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers (Part Two)
Ever since Oliver North's acquital in his Washington trial, a small group of disaffected yuppies, men and women who received their MBA's and law degrees, who apprenticed to judges, became doctors and served the public sector, joined together to take justice into their own hands.
Charles did not initiate the group. He was a Stanford grad, happily applying his education to selling rock memorabilia to Bay Area concertgoers. He knew his contribution to society was minimal, but he was comfortable and secure. He had no reason to take risks or disrupt his lifestyle.
Until a phone call from an acquaintance, a Harvard graduate who had been living in Washington, D.C.. Danny was discreetly seeking out jewish people who would form the core of this quest for justice. Danny called Charles on a Saturday afternoon and found him at home, relaxed.
"Charles, this is Danny Levin...you may not remember me...I was a year behind you at Temple Emanuel. i grew up on Sacramento Street. I knew your sister, Eva."
"Yeah....yeah....I kinda recognize your voice. It's been a long time. You went to Harvard right?"
"Yes. I lived in Boston for three years."
"Sounds great. What are you doing now?"
"I'm working in Washington D.C.."
"Are you calling from there?"
"No, I'm here in SF now."
"So, what's up?"
"I'm inviting you to come to a reunion of sorts, of professionals from the Jewish community in San Francisco."
"What for?"
"Get together with old friends, meet new ones."
"Socially, or....?"
"Yes, and professional...it's not a matchmaking thing." Danny understood that unmarried people were wary of singles gatherings.
"Oh, good...I was afraid you were talking about people with name tags...I don't need that. I've been to mixers. They stink."
"Yes, Charles," Danny reassured him. "I just decided to bring together a small group of people who basically knew each other already and get them reacquainted. Ten to fifteen people. It'll be great."
Ever since Oliver North's acquital in his Washington trial, a small group of disaffected yuppies, men and women who received their MBA's and law degrees, who apprenticed to judges, became doctors and served the public sector, joined together to take justice into their own hands.
Charles did not initiate the group. He was a Stanford grad, happily applying his education to selling rock memorabilia to Bay Area concertgoers. He knew his contribution to society was minimal, but he was comfortable and secure. He had no reason to take risks or disrupt his lifestyle.
Until a phone call from an acquaintance, a Harvard graduate who had been living in Washington, D.C.. Danny was discreetly seeking out jewish people who would form the core of this quest for justice. Danny called Charles on a Saturday afternoon and found him at home, relaxed.
"Charles, this is Danny Levin...you may not remember me...I was a year behind you at Temple Emanuel. i grew up on Sacramento Street. I knew your sister, Eva."
"Yeah....yeah....I kinda recognize your voice. It's been a long time. You went to Harvard right?"
"Yes. I lived in Boston for three years."
"Sounds great. What are you doing now?"
"I'm working in Washington D.C.."
"Are you calling from there?"
"No, I'm here in SF now."
"So, what's up?"
"I'm inviting you to come to a reunion of sorts, of professionals from the Jewish community in San Francisco."
"What for?"
"Get together with old friends, meet new ones."
"Socially, or....?"
"Yes, and professional...it's not a matchmaking thing." Danny understood that unmarried people were wary of singles gatherings.
"Oh, good...I was afraid you were talking about people with name tags...I don't need that. I've been to mixers. They stink."
"Yes, Charles," Danny reassured him. "I just decided to bring together a small group of people who basically knew each other already and get them reacquainted. Ten to fifteen people. It'll be great."
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