Last night friends invited me to dinner at the Philadelphia Union Club. The Club, established in 1864 by a group of prominent Republicans, proposed to raise troops for the Union during the Civil War. Successful in its purpose, the Club continued as a political, social and economic resource to this day. Its by-laws changed over the years to include women and persons of all races and religions. Today, to become a member you must demonstrate that you love the United States and that you believe in free enterprise. It is arguably the most prestigious club in Philadelphia. It had been years since I entered its portals as I am not a member; therefore, I only enter those doors as a guest.
My friends were third generation members who actively participated in the preservation of the Clubs activities and in its mission. They were happy to show me around to see the latest up-grades in the facilities. It was a delight to see that the best architectural features of the past had been maintained while including a state of the art gym and business center.
Our main objective for the evening was to enjoy the cuisine prepared for one of the Clubs three restaurants. The food lived up to its prestigious reputation.
During our conversation, I discovered that my friends had been at the inauguration of the 45th president and that they had enjoyed participating fully in the after hours activities. Reliving the experience in the telling, their eyes lit up with wonder and satisfaction. I decided to enjoy the ambiance and the meal and to let politics be damned! Well, at least for one night.