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Order! Ten Stories. Ten Very Different Meetings.
Order! Ten Stories. Ten Very Different Meetings.
Order! Ten Stories. Ten Very Different Meetings.
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A collection of ten short stories of various genres with one thing in common-all of them involve deliberative meetings that utilize parliamentary procedure. Though that may sound like a cure for insomnia, don't be fooled; this collection, inspired by sections of Robert's Rules of Order explores the inherent drama, humor, and yes poetry of even the most disciplined of proceedings.

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PublisherTy Unglebower
Release dateNov 24, 2016
ISBN9781540188250
Order! Ten Stories. Ten Very Different Meetings.
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Ty Unglebower

Ty Unglebower is an author, freelance writer, stage actor and life-long Marylander on the Autism Spectrum. To find out more about him, and to learn how to purchase his previous novels and other works, please visit his website at TyUnglebower.com. He can also be found on Instagram (TyUnglebower) and on Twitter @TyUnglebower.

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    Order! Ten Stories. Ten Very Different Meetings. - Ty Unglebower

    Author’s Introduction

    From the first days I would come home from school and complain to my mother that the other kids were too loud and didn’t listen, I’ve had a preference, if not a need for orderly conversation and deliberation when there is work to be done. This, it seems to me, is a minority position in this country, even within organizations that otherwise claim to be deliberative in nature.

    Nevertheless, there are groups and bodies of people that choose to, or even are legally required to undertake debate and decision making within the perimeters of certain rules. The most popular template for such rules can be found of course in Robert’s Rules of Order, the classic text on proper parliamentary procedure on which these stories are based.

    I received on old copy of Robert’s Rules as a gift from my mother, before I entered college. The 90 year old volume, complete with old, used book aroma, was a homage to my lifelong desire for discipline and order at meetings. The book has not by any means made me a true parliamentarian. Nor must you be one in order to enjoy these stories. But over the years, as I thumb through the fading pages, I’ve given more than a few thoughts to just how many debates, decisions and directives have come to pass in town councils, community centers and even family tables as a result of Henry Martyn Robert’s efforts.

    Though Roberts Rules of Order has been updated and revised many times over the decades, the short stories in this collection are based on procedures and rules as found in the vintage volume I own, so you true parliamentarians out there may not recognize any given rule referenced herein. Yet this short fiction collection is a tribute not just to the idea that drama can arise even from the most orderly of circumstances, but to a book, in its original form, that was, and remains highly influential in the affairs, large and small, of people all over the world.

    So if like me you eschew chaos, and think that a lot more can be accomplished on any scale with just a little bit of discipline, decorum and respect, adjourn to some quiet corner and call your reading session to order.

    Enjoy.

    —Ty

    Senior’s Honor

    Darren fumbled with his umbrella and cane as he struggled out of his car into the downpour.

    Damn rain, he said. Waste of time. I’m too old for this shit.

    He scooted his way along the community center’s sidewalk, larger than normal rain drops sizzling into the concrete before him. Even from the handicapped space, it was too long of a walk to keep his shoes and socks dry.

    He reached for the doorknob of the glass door, but the skinny man with thinning hair on the other side of it looked up, saw Darren, and opened the door on his behalf.

    Hey, Senior, this man said, taking Darren’s hand and guiding him inside. Darren attempted to close his umbrella, but gave up in a moment, instead dropping it, still open, just outside the door.

    Thanks, Sam, Darren said. Good to be here.

    Only because it’s dry and warm in here, Darren thought.

    Sam walked with him several steps down the hall, and turned into an opened door from which conversation and laughter flowed.

    Hey everybody, Sam called into the door, Senior’s here!

    Darren loathed the nickname Senior, and he’d been stuck with it for 40 years since Junior was born.

    A dozen or so middle-aged members of the community eased their way toward the door before Darren could even get through, each with hand extended.

    Good to see you, Senior. Glad you could make it, Senior. Really Appreciate this, Darren.

    And so it went in tedium until he made his way to the coffee pot off to the side of the room. He’d need the rare evening cup tonight. Black as it came. He enjoyed his brief privacy by blowing gently over his drink. But before he could sit down in one of the folding chairs lined up in the room, Sam called to him. Up here, Senior!

    Gotta have the big chair, Senior, some lady said through a laugh. Other laughs followed this. Darren labored through a smile and made his way to the far side of the room to sit at a table with three chairs behind it, two folding chairs like the many others in the room. Between them, a ragged stuffed chair.

    It’s from the lobby, Sam said, Not exactly new, but softer than these things. He slapped his the back of one of the folding chairs. The clanging filled the room.

    Thanks, Darren said. He eased around the table and sat in the stuffed chair. Of all the fuss being made, this he actually appreciated; it was

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