Did someone mention the 'Tater' Brothers?

Those stories go back more than twenty years I care to even think about. There's really only one left so I he can say whatever and nobody's around to contradict me him.
First let me say that if it hadn't been for the Lions Club that the Taters probably never would have met, let alone pulled off some of the stuff they did. I can also say in good conscience that nobody was ever hurt and a lot of folks are better off for what they did.
It's just that the three of them couldn't abide with some of the delays that are inherent in a service club that has rules and procedures, not to mention a constitution and by-laws. It wasn't the rules, procedures, constitution or by-laws that were the problem. It was the wait from when somebody had a good idea to when there were enough folks to form a quarrel quorum to give the go ahead to research it and come back to give a report so that another quorum could decide if it was feasible or not. The Taters just figured that if there was no funds needed, they'd just start without everyone else. They usually did this over coffee on Monday mornings. Two of the Taters didn't work. The third had Mondays off. All three had wives who were employed.
Probably one of the most enjoyable of the escapades had to do with a district convention. Each year the convention has a theme for the first evening banquet. The attendees are encouraged to dress in costume. The Taters thought is would be a grand idea if everyone from the Anderson club dressed similarly or even alike. At the very next meeting the idea was presented and the question arose as to what that was going to be. The theme of the convention was fairy tales [don't ask because I don't know]. Someone asked how we could all dress similarly. One of the Taters responded that we could be a caterpillar. From there on out it was no longer the Taters responsibility other than to show up and be a part of the caterpillar that won best costume award.
Another occasion was an official visitation by the District Governor. Somehow the Taters convinced the Lions that it would be a good idea if every dish at the dinner was some kind of potatoes. Then they even went so far as to present the DG with a Mr. Potato Head as the official gift from the club. The previous year they'd given the DG a pair of tap shoes [don't ask because I don't remember].
Basically, these guys existed because stuff needed to get done. Somebody once asked about joining the Taters. The ultimate answer was that you don't join because Taters is. They were just three men who knew where the boundaries were and how to stir things up just enough.

I sure miss those other two.