Posted by:
Jennifer Smith
on Oct 3, 2025
Good Morning and Happy Friday!
We have added an optional lunch to the GAC. A new (to NATLE) member services partner, Let America Know (LAK), is co-sponsoring lunch on Saturday, November 8, as an opportunity to explain and demo their e-newsletter, social media, and action-alert platform. A few of your colleagues have already partnered with LAK and you’ll have a chance to get your questions answered. An RSVP is required and the limit is 25. A blast announcement will go out this morning to all registrants, so if you’re interested in offering this service to your members, please click on the link in the blast and plan to attend. To see a list of registrants, log in and visit the event page. Scroll down beyond the sponsor logos and cancellation policy.
The room block for the GAC won’t be released for another 10 days, but we have met our original contract numbers. The best way to make a reservation is through the front desk (816-753-8800) or our CMS, Alex Foxwell (816-437-8427). If you run into any issues with reservations, please let me know. If you’ve reserved a room and don’t need it, please release it back to the block.
We have 19 members left to renew! If you haven’t seen a dues notice or there are changes to your roster of members, address, or TLA membership range (on ED notices only), please let me know.
That’s the NATLE Weekly Wrap. Have a great weekend!
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P.S. In case you’re still here…With the gas tank topped off, caffeine in hand, and the cruise control set a few ticks north of the speed limit, Dad and I set off for Milton, MA yesterday morning. It was a beautiful, clear-sky day and we could fully appreciate the gorgeous views as we rolled along the highway over the Green Mountains and into the Connecticut River valley. Our mission was to visit the family plot at the Milton Cemetery, and my sub-goal was to re-confirm Dad’s wishes for when “the day” comes. (Thankfully, it has never been a squeamish topic to avoid. Both parents were doctors – very practical – and knew/know the end result.) The running commentary from the passenger seat started off at a robust pace recalling memories from back before there was a state highway to his commutes from Fort Devins every few weeks in my early days. My neighbor had put me on to the Waze navigation app and other than the icons being too small to see without my readers, it’s accurate and helpful. We arrived in Milton at noon, so I suggested we find a spot for lunch in case Meg, the superintendent, takes a break. That part of Milton is the consummate bedroom community of some stately, some modest, but all tidy, homes surrounded by well-manicured lawns. I pulled over and resorted to Google to find a restaurant. We wound up at the Granite Links golf club and resort. It wouldn’t be hyperbole to call it the Crown of Quincy (yes, we had to cross into another zip code to find food). We killed an hour enjoying our wraps with nearly 360o views of the Blue Hills, jets high overhead on approach to Logan, and the Boston skyline. Back at the cemetery, Meg was just as helpful in person and made sure we knew exactly how to find our stone. After a few photos and deliberately slow explanations of the interred relations, we set Waze for “home” and met the traffic around Boston I thought we’d avoid on a mid-afternoon weekday. Dad was knackered, so the commentary on the return trip was limited to pointing out his favorite bird, the Turkey Vulture (don’t ask), and a few stories on repeat that came to mind as we passed familiar landmarks. Approaching the NH/VT border, we were treated to a hot air balloon, no doubt carrying leaf peepers with hopes for a colorful blanket. Sadly, with the months-long drought, the maples and aspens that help drive our fall tourism industry have gone from green to brown with only a brief pause at yellow. Overall, it was a great day. Dad was grateful, and I felt good about making this connection to my ancestors.