Well, I have to admit, the club just isn't the same without 'Doc' behind the proverbial oak plank. Dispensing drinks, shaken with wit, stirred with wisdom, followed by a shooter of satirical jest. We miss you!
Amongst the formal setting of pomp and structure the humorous fellow with the crooked bow tie was the perfect Yen to the club's Yang! Oh, I'm just joking about the tie, you always looked perfect:)
Here is toast to Dr. Lee! A glass of Toad Hall Pinot Noir!