I’ve had a semi-interesting day thus far. The area I live in is literally drowning in pleasant old folks with ties to the masons. The coin I happened to see as a dude was counting out his change for me. He was awesome enough to let me take a picture of it. On the back of the coin, the different echelons of masonry were inscribed with the dates where he was inducted therein. He’s pretty neat! Second picture is a sloppy ass GPOY coz’ I’m busted. The third picture is one of our regulars rings that not only covers his Masonic status, but also the outfit he was with in ‘nam. He had it specially made and the stone is fucking obsidian. How cool is that?
If you try and conduct yourself with the teensiest modicum of respect and approachability, you can have the most awesome and informative conversations with almost anyone. It’s days/people like this that make the fact that I work on the lowest rung of the societal ladder THAT much more bearable.