Eccentric Jazz pours out the front doors of the lodge’s headquarters, a welcoming greeting for lost souls and the weary, that funnels one into a rubble of creativity. Where talented oddballs and memories flourish within the walls of the sanctuary; A refuge hosting an artistically scandalous congregation of dreamers, in syncopation wishing to survive with heads high and crush foul demeanors. Cheering while clashing second-hand glasses over-head, AfroJazz sledgehammers into your ear orifices, burning “incence” impregnates the brain and sedates an anxious state; the lodge has given birth to a plethora of comradery, creative ingenuity and recollections (some worth repeating and most are to be kept locked in the crypt).
It’s the 10th time we’ve punched the annual card and we come together to share the care attained over the years.
Noticing how we’re no longer loud and thinning out…
Dissect the Dialect 