I was asked to host two evenings of the six week course. I was honored. I have taught one of my two nights. They read it and everybody sighs and claps. There is no criticism.
Nobody goes away wounded.
Everybody gets appreciated, and then there's coffee and doughnuts. We come from all over the country, make pies, drink whiskey, and watch nature videos. It's difficult to explain, but I suppose most traditions are. In the face of the potential blackouts, riots, fires and general breakdown of society that could occur when the clock strikes twelve, I think that we might need to break out the heavy artillery - a Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie. But I don't know where you'd get rhubarb this late in the year.