|The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated . . .|
I've probably not missed more than a half dozen meetings since I joined. As the Secretary for the past seven years, I'm always there. But the dates of my trip made it necessary for me to miss our February meeting. Apparently, me missing a meeting is such a rare thing to occur, that the members of the Lodge assumed the worse had happened. I was apparently declared dead, and my photo was draped! I got word of my departure from the mortal world while I was in D.C. I'd imagine I'm the only Mason in history to have their petition for the Celestial Lodge black balled---because I'm still breathing!
|Yeah, that didn't happen either . . .|
Sometimes you just have to acknowledge it when somebody gets you good. And that was a good one. Nicely played . . . but we're not done here. I know who masterminded this prank. I can see your reflections in the glass!
~Todd E. Creason