IT WAS KILWINNING NIGHT
He slowly opened the door to his locker. He hung his police uniform on the hooks and took out his kilt. It was Kilwinning Club night.
He watched as the last employee left his business, locked the building and made the evening bank drop. He then headed off with a whistle on his lips and a spring in his step. It was Kilwinning Club night.
The young man helped his wife clear the table. He then said good night to his children and snuck into his room to change his clothes. Upon leaving, he smiled at his wife and kissed her. It was Kilwinning Club night.
It had been a hard day. Navigating through the complexities of the legal system was rewarding work. It was also tiring. Normally he would have been headed home for a relaxing evening. However, tonight was not normal and he felt none of the usual fatigue, as tonight was Kilwinning Club night.
Life had not been pleasant since his wife died. His family lived far away and with each passing year it became harder and harder to do the simple things in life. And most of all he missed his life long partner. Tonight he felt a little less pain and life did not seem nearly as bad. It was Kilwinning Club night.
The accident had been terrible. However, there was some consolation that his skills as a doctor had saved a life. Still it would not be easy and there were possibilities of complications. However, for a while he could place his worries in the hands of others, as tonight was Kilwinning Club night.
It is hard looking for work when the job market is scarce. Each day he faced the nameless horde of people who continue to tell him that he was not needed. He faced rejection and the possibility of hardship at every turn. Tonight he knew he was wanted and needed, it was Kilwinning Club night.
The candidate sat alone in the small room. He had received warm welcomes from a number of club members he did not know. They told him to wait patiently, yet he looked forward to be made a Master Mason with anticipation. It was Kilwinning Club night.
He stood on the lodge floor in kilted garb, cronies surround, sharing his culture and Masonic pride. Leaving an indelible impression the new Master Mason will remember, always. It was Kilwinning Club night.
From all walks of life we come. We donate our time to an age honored tradition. We gather in fellowship and part in peace. For a while, we can lay aside our differences and worries to bask in our shared culture. We can talk with men who are our equals, men who work to improve themselves and serve as examples to our newly raised Master Masons.
Tonight is Kilwinning Club night and I am glad I am a member.
