If you had told me five years - heck, even five months - ago, that I would be a Rotarian one day, I would not have called you crazy. I would have simply explained that I've never been much of a joiner (which is putting it mildly). I dropped out of the Girl Scouts, my college sorority and the Junior League all after one year. Nevertheless, I was inducted into a local Rotary Club today - painlessly and without incident - and welcomed warmly into the fold. I have to say, it feels pretty good to be a member of a club again. And, as long as they don't make me sew a sit-upon or remember a secret handshake, I might even last longer than 12 months.