The Freemason Connection
I had a super emo draft post but I am choosing to delete it because I am going to be Not Emo. I am going to be Anti-Emo. So there.
Anyway I'm taking a class at the School of the Museum of Fine Art this semester again, so more weekly rides on the shuttle. They are the coolest rides ever, I swear. Just this week I found out that the the shuttle had secret Masonic connections.
Ok so George, the guy who drives the shuttle every other day, asked a couple of the music students onboard if they wanted to do a gig at a dinner he was organizing. They were like, sure, you're our bus driver man, we'll help you out.
So on the day of the engagement they got a ride from George's friend, and they were dropped off at a freaking Temple. The grand dining hall was empty; the brothers were still upstairs, doing their secret rituals. As the musicians waited, one of the dining staff told them that in his 30 years of service, he had never set foot up that staircase.
They waited awhile, and soon the brothers came downstairs in a throng, wearing long robes straight out of Harry Potter. And then, wearing the full Masonic regalia with a shit ton of decorations, came George, stepping down the stairs like he owned the place. Which he did, apparently; he was the highest ranked member of the highest ranked order of that Lodge. The brothers sat around long dining tables, and at the end of the hall were three center tables; George sat in the center of the center center table.
The musicians were told to play, and as the cellist remarked, they had some damned nice chairs. So they played, and as the dinner officially began, George stood up to give a speech and some otherworldly benedictions, punctuated with some waving of a sword. And then they ate, and afterwards the musicians were paid a pretty sum.
Rumour has it that the SMFA shuttle is one of the Freemason's secret meeting places.
Isn't it cool that your bus driver could be driving around with a head full of arcane 17th Century knowledge?
Anyway I'm taking a class at the School of the Museum of Fine Art this semester again, so more weekly rides on the shuttle. They are the coolest rides ever, I swear. Just this week I found out that the the shuttle had secret Masonic connections.
Ok so George, the guy who drives the shuttle every other day, asked a couple of the music students onboard if they wanted to do a gig at a dinner he was organizing. They were like, sure, you're our bus driver man, we'll help you out.
So on the day of the engagement they got a ride from George's friend, and they were dropped off at a freaking Temple. The grand dining hall was empty; the brothers were still upstairs, doing their secret rituals. As the musicians waited, one of the dining staff told them that in his 30 years of service, he had never set foot up that staircase.
They waited awhile, and soon the brothers came downstairs in a throng, wearing long robes straight out of Harry Potter. And then, wearing the full Masonic regalia with a shit ton of decorations, came George, stepping down the stairs like he owned the place. Which he did, apparently; he was the highest ranked member of the highest ranked order of that Lodge. The brothers sat around long dining tables, and at the end of the hall were three center tables; George sat in the center of the center center table.
The musicians were told to play, and as the cellist remarked, they had some damned nice chairs. So they played, and as the dinner officially began, George stood up to give a speech and some otherworldly benedictions, punctuated with some waving of a sword. And then they ate, and afterwards the musicians were paid a pretty sum.
Rumour has it that the SMFA shuttle is one of the Freemason's secret meeting places.
Isn't it cool that your bus driver could be driving around with a head full of arcane 17th Century knowledge?