In the Spring of 1993, I moved from the San Diego area to Southern LA County to take a new job.
I didn’t know many people in LA, so I followed one of my life-long rules:
- Figure out what type of person you want as a friend
- Figure out where people like that are likely to hang out
- Go there
Unsurprisingly for that era, where #3 put me was at Los Angeles Macintosh Group (LAMG) meetings.
Over the next few months, I tried to volunteer a few times for LAMG events, but no one ever took me up on it. I finally complained to LAMG’s Executive Director, Suzy, that someone should be in charge of organizing people who wanted to volunteer and putting them to work. She agreed—and then named me Volunteer Coordinator.
I took on the role, and a few months went by where (IMO) I did a pretty good job of it. In the Spring of 1994, I was asked if I was interested in being on the LAMG Board—there was an opening, and enough of the Board liked the work I was doing that they’d appoint me to fill the position. I said, “Sure!”
So, on the evening of April 14, I went to my first LAMG Board meeting.
The Board sat in a circle at tables in front of the room, and guests sat in the folding chairs at the back. I came in, and given that I wasn’t on the Board (yet) I sat in a guest chair.
LAMG’s VP was sitting at the table in front of me; he turned around and said that I should sit up with the Board. I said that as I wasn’t actually on the Board yet, I’d wait till I was promoted.
He said, “Fair enough. By the way, I don’t think we’ve officially met. My name’s Tom.”
“Hi, Tom, nice to meet you. My name’s Dori.”