Secret Clubs…sussh!

Secret Clubs…sussh!

Have you ever wanted to become a member of a secret club?

“Oh, yes, Sally, these groups really do exist. Susssh.”

When I think of secret societies, I first think of the Free Masons, a group alluded to in movies such as “National Treasure” and Dan Brown’s “Da Vinci Code”. And who could forget the secret password Fred Flinstone would utter when meeting up with a fellow member of the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes? Well, I did and had to google it, lol. 

Outside of fiction and saturday morning cartoons, The Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, Loyal Order of Moose, the Shrinners just to name a few, no longer require a well guarded password or secret hand shake to gain entry. Still retaining a certain mystique about them, mainly due the fact that they don’t advertise or promote their activities outside their own circles, these groups are constantly looking for new members. Though some require an invitation, it’s not hard to come by and could be well worth your time to seek one out.

Keeping a low, sometimes, invisible profile, these groups contribute to high profile needs in their different communities. All sponsor charitable causes such as providing college scholarships, blood drives, books for schools and aid to those with disabilities. These clubs are also a great source of social entertainment as they sponsor pick-a-nicks, dinners, dances and trips for their members. Some of the club house’s contain pools, spas and billiard rooms. Not to mention the low drink prices charged at their respective bars.

“Oh, yes, Sally, I’m talkin’ cheep booze.”

So the next time you pass a windowless building tucked into the corner of a dark side street with an American flag fluttering proudly above it’s entrance, be sure to read the sign on the door before you step in to investigate. I wouldn’t want you interrupting a bike club meeting. But it will probably be an Elks, or a Moose Lodge or a VFW and they’ll be happy to give you a tour.

“Ack, Ack, A-Dak!” K.L. Parry




About klparry

My sister calls me a gypsy because of my days as a performer. This stems back to a time when I regularly worked fairs and festivals, including a brief engagement with a circus. I did this for nearly ten years with my two young boys in tow. How I miss it. My best friend calls me crafty because I make things. This usually happens when a need arises such as "needing some extra money". Then I make things I can sell. Of course, there's also the "want" that I can't afford to pay for so I look for another way to get it. When I wanted to replace the stinky old linoleum in my apartment bathroom, I designed, put together and laid a mosaic tile floor. Whew! Took me months to complete it! Of late, my projects haven't been that ambitious. Most are small handmade gifts and floral arrangements made from the flowers in my gardens. My children refer to me as "Doctor Mom". My friends, "Nurse Kathy". I get pleasure in subjugating them all to my home remedies which may consist of a nasty tasting, all though effective, sage tea or bowls of my spicy chicken soup. But I do know my limitations and have no problem telling them when it's time to go see a real doctor. I've been accused of being a "know-it-all". This usually happens when someone wants to prove me wrong. If they've said it, it probably means they're right. I can admit it! But, in my defense, they do bring their problems to me so I must "know something". Lets not forget, Author. Shortly after I first published my debut novel, a friend dropped by, surprising me with a boquet of flowers then asked to take a picture of the “soon to be famous author”. That moment became even sweeter when he presented me with his copy of my novel to sign. His magical words made my dream come to life and the terrible scrawl I made in his book let me know I needed to practice at my signature.

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