A few years ago, I was researching a story about Seattle-area Masons for The Stranger. Problem was, there wasn't a whole lot there: The Masons I interviewed were nice guys who joined a group looking for an excuse to hang out with other men. The esoteric rules and history and rituals provided a common bond, an icebreaker for the members to talk about. It seemed sweet, old-fashioned, and interesting, but not really interesting enough to hang a story on.
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