Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Gonçalves Ledo Lodge as every November in these last eight years, prepares a very special supper with the presence of hundreds of masons from all Macaé’s lodges and from everywhere else. I myself have been present to all of those meetings. Worshipful Master Alexandre once more directed the Reunion perfectly.
Then I went very late in the night to Quissamã, headed to the João Francisco Beach and waited for the sun by the seastrand.
Guilherme came to Macaé and hitchhiked me to Centro de Convenções.I met a lot of old good friends and the brethren. Just among the brethren, right opposite to my chair, some ten meters distant, there was a very old brother and he was so smartly kidding and throwing balls of bread at everybody's face around. He just hit me on the forehead. Hard! I just had to give it back and I got a paper napkin and filled it up with farofa, poured beer to make it a little heavier and all the brothers around me just watched and were eager to see me throwing the flour bomb on that little old man who looked like a bad kid. And the spirits of joke guided my hand. The bomb hit him right on his chin and pieces spread all around including the pockets and inside the shirts of the brothers near him. Everyone laughed a lot. They are not only my brothers; they are just unforgetable.
I went back to the hotel with my brother Arthur and flew back to Brasília on Sunday at noon thinking about next year's meeting.