A fortnight ago, as part of Brisbane’s Open House weekend, I visited the Masonic Memorial Temple in central Brisbane, which was open to the public that day. When I visited early on Saturday, the place was packed with visitors, and the freemasons had gone to a lot of trouble, with dozens of men available to answer questions, direct traffic, hand out sample bags, do a bit of discreet recruiting, and generally be accessible to the public gaze. They did a good job, and I thank them for it.
Yet despite their obvious respectability, all of them smartly dressed in suits on a very hot day, they probably know in their heart of hearts that most of the people were there because they’ve read Dan Brown. Continue reading