Cool tartan...same situation as Jimmy. A great grandfather was a Mason, his Masonic sword sorta melted in the great Hinkley fire in Hinkley, Minn in 1894. The sword has been handed down the generations to me. I thought it best to donate it to the Hinkley Fire Museum there so others could see the intensity of that forest fire.

My great grandfather and grandfather survived the fire in the town gravel pit which had about 4' of water in it.

But I'll never be a Mason since I'm not even Christian.

Last weekend as I was headed back for the Flagstaff Highland Games from the motel a guy came running up to my truck begging for a ride to get a key for his big rig tractor. He'd locked himself out accidently. He did a double take when he got in but never asked about my kilt. He did venture that he was a Mason and that Mason's helped each other and asked if I was a Mason. Told him no, but I was a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous and we did the same type of helping others. Then told him about my great grandfather.

Think I left him kinda bewildered when he got back he climbed right up into his semi and hit the road.

Ron