2018 Installation Dinner.

March 17, 2018

Rose Garden Cafe

111 E. Higgins Road

Elk Grove Village, IL 60007

Bob and Marge



Marge and Joe

Hermin and Shirlee


Steve and Lucy

Presentation of Plaque to Greg our outgoing President by incoming Treasurer Joe and President Sandy.

Greg and Rose.

Mr. Bill.

Bill and Jean.

Dan and Alicja.

Dennis and Linda.

Carol and Mike.

George and Bev.

Sandy and Ken.

Frank accepting the “Cruiser-of-the Year” award from Greg.

Rick and Flo.

Dave and Trish.

George received the male “Spoke-of-the-Year” award from Greg.

Steve, Hermin, Ken and Bill with their 10,000 mile patches.

Jean received the female “Spoke-of-the-Year” award from Greg.

Your 2018 Board. Joe (Treasurer), Bob (Vice-President), Candi (Secretary), Sandy (President) and Greg (Chairman).

Our DJ, “Lenny D”

Ken and Lynn.

03-07-2018 LRW Meier’s-Glenview (Parts 1 & 2)

03-07-2018, Part 1, LRW Meier’s Tavern-Glenview

Took a step back in time today——

60’s–50’s–40’s–??? nope–30’s to

Meier’s Tavern –Glenview –

known for–


A family owned tavern Established in 1933

The place is a throw-back to the old days,

familiar, and comfortable with good food

and friendly service, provided by our

server Marge!

Burgers and tots, salads, and corned beef

were enjoyed by all.

The liquid of choice by most was DAB — a German Ale.

There was lively conversation and lots of

laughter, provided by good friends,

making for a great time!!!!!

Thanks to Bob G. – Hugh B. -Bill H. – Ken V. – Steve P. -GWB 3 – Joe H. – Cosmo F. – Bob W. – and Greg B. –

Thanks for joining me, George!


LRW 3-07-2018, Part 2-The Ghosts of Glenview

I always enjoyed a good ghost hunt.  But little did I realize that Glenview was a hotspot.

A recent visit to an old-time tavern in Glenview gave me the first hint of possible paranormal activity, upon entering Meier’s Tavern.  Visitors enter through a portal which immediately arouses one’s senses and gives the first clue to a most unusual tavern.   An old battered door, flower boxes featuring dead flowers, dead pine branches hanging over the eves and a horse’s head beckon the brave of heart traveler.  Passing through the portal was like entering another dimension 100 plus years past.  Dark, moody, eyes watching from the shadows as you find a table and the spooky sound of silence.

Needing a beer, I don’t find a waitress but I do see a bartender hunched over and busy behind the bar.   The bar is dark and gloomy so I’m looking at all the old memorabilia from over 85 years of operation; Quite fascinating actually.  Upon arriving at the bartender’s station I look up and find myself facing a stunning young woman, not the “Hunchback of Meier’s”. She was wearing a very low cut blouse showing lots of gorgeous cleavage (alas, missing a well placed tat) and asked if she could help me.  She also asked if I was Bill and something about a motorcycle in a ditch and an angry wife.  I ordered a Dortmunder Dab and resumed observing the bar’s features.  When my beer was ready, definitely needed by this time, I turned back to the bar only to find the hunchbacked bartender smiling at me.  Now I know I’m in another dimension.

Not having my divining rods with me to check for energy plumes I took out my camera, which has a special setting for photographing paranormal activities.  At which time the owner of Meier’s comes over, sits down and says “you look like you’ve seen a ghost”. And I replied, ”Yes Sir, I believe I did and please tell me more”.

Well, the story goes that in the late 1800’s a young woman was being stalked by a grizzly old guy and sought refuge in this bar now known as Meier’s. The young woman, a Ms. Helenor Highwater, was eventually killed by the stalker who was never found.  The owner said that the sightings became so frequent that they started calling the old guy the “Glenview Stalker” but now we just call him George, and he’s harmless.  The legend was born.

While the story telling was going on, I was snapping pictures hoping to capture an active spirit and, to my surprise, I believe I caught the “Glenview Stalker” trying to scare me off. 

I finished my beer, headed for the door and got the heck out of there.

Submitted by HGB

Your Humble Correspondent

My Hog. (Submitted by Bill Hominick)

While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head.

Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a shiny new convertible pulled up with a very beautiful women who asked, “Are you okay?”

As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low cut blouse with cleavage to die for…

“I’m okay I think,” I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look. She said, “Get in and I’ll take you home so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head.”

“That’s nice of you,” I answered, “but I don’t think my wife will like me doing that!”

“Oh, come now, I’m a nurse,” she insisted. “I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly.”

Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, “I’m sure my wife won’t like this.”

We arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, “I feel a lot better, but I know my wife is going to be really upset so I’d better go now.”

“Don’t be silly!” she said with a smile, while unbuttoning her blouse exposing the most beautiful set of boobs I’ve ever seen. “Stay for a while. She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”

“Still in the ditch with my Harley, I guess.”