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Two of Bob’s female coworkers were told to decorate the office and grounds for Christmas. It was a big task and would take several days. On the third day, one of them said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this! I didn’t sign up for this f*cking job!”

The alarm clock buzzes. Marvin turns it off. Another working day. He’s not sure which day and he doesn’t care. It’s Wednesday, he realizes. “What difference does it make?” he thinks.

Many years ago, I planted wild flower seeds in a patch of ground in my back yard. The first year I did so, I was rewarded with a garden filled with a variety of colourful and beautiful flowering plants. The second year, an assortment of green shoots sprang up. When these plants were young, I couldn’t tell if they were wild flowers or noxious weeds.

I sat in a four-wheel drive truck and studied the large picture of a Whopper hamburger on the side of a Burger King restaurant. It looked more than delicious, tantalizing and beautiful. It had a strange erotic effect on me.

I remember, as a boy, looking up into the sky, fresh after a summer rain, and seeing a magnificent rainbow. It looked like a mystical ladder to heaven, a wonderful thing to behold. 

Not so long ago, Freemasonic lodges in nations such as the United States and Canada were teaming with members. Today, most are suffering the same fate as those of other fraternities such as the Odd Fellows, the Elks, and the Moose Hall — aging memberships and declining numbers.