A little Masonic humor to end the week…
Two experienced Master Masons were enjoying a flight in a hot air balloon when suddenly a thick cloud formed between them and the ground. Being without instruments, after half an hour they realized that they were well and truly lost.
A short time later there came across a large hole in the cloud and spied a gentleman below walking his dog across a field. They had time to exchange pleasantries and found that he too was a member of the Craft.
The chaps in the balloon enquired of him as to their location and received the reply, “About 200 feet up in a balloon.” Just then the cloud closed the hole and they were alone again. One turned to the other and said, “I bet he’s the Secretary of his Lodge!”
“Why do you say that?”, the other asked.
“Well what he has told us is absolutely true – but in our present predicament is totally useless!”
On this month of May in 1843, fifteen Grand Lodges sent representatives to a convention in Baltimore, Maryland to discuss the possibility of forming a national Grand Lodge and unifying the Masonic ritual of the American Grand Lodges. At this time, the Morgan Affair had taken its toll on membership and the outlook for Freemasonry in the United States was bleak. Ever the staunch traditionalists of the Masonic world, the Grand Lodge of Pennsylvania refused to participate in this conference. Several more attempts to unite the American Grand Lodges occurred in succeeding years, but Pennsylvania never sent delegates and remained a bastion of independence throughout the movement. (Source: A Pennsylvania Masonic Handbook: The Personal Ahiman Rezon)
Now that’s a cool desk! Hopefully though it’s just a reproduction of parts and no original 1940s Jeep MBs were harmed in the making of it.
There are truly wonderful people in this world, and today I met one of them. I thought I was about to have the worst day today, when I realized I lost my wallet when I went to get a sandwich on my way back from Walmart. I had the doors off my Jeep and was wearing shorts so my wallet was in a side pocket and not necessarily very snuggly when seated I now realize.
I spent nearly an hour driving around backtracking my path, all while going through scenarios in my mind now of what I’m going to do (money, ID, etc.), as I’m getting ready to leave to pickup my mother at EWR then will be down in DC till Monday.
Turns out it just fell out in the parking lot at Walmart and while I thought that might have been the likely scenario, after not finding it turned into Customer Service there, I was just hoping in my mind that someone would drop it off to my mailbox at home when they looked at my license.
Sure enough, my guardian angel today, in the form a wonderful lady named Dawn, probably in her 60s with an English accent, was walking up to my door at home when I pulled in.
Thank you Dawn, I cannot thank you enough.