East Bound and Down
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin' We gonna do what they say can't be done We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run Last night I was sitting in Lodge and this song came to mind. Not only the song, but I saw Burt Reynolds and Jerry Reed absolutely flooring it down the highway, with Sheriff Buford T. Justice—aka “Smokey Bear,” patron saint of speeding tickets—right on their tails like he just smelled a free donut. Last night had me thinking about a number of things. Please understand these are only my thoughts and mine alone. I’m not trying to throw shade on anyone or any group. They’re not perfect, and I’m not either… which, in my not-so-humble opinion, makes us perfectly qualified to talk about it. Have you ever noticed that things within Freemasonry tend to move at about the speed of a snail crawling across duct tape… uphill… in January? If we want to make internal changes or embrace a m...