The Little World

I have been blessed. I am a member of a scale model club that is fool enough to have me.

That’s funny, but not funny. All our lives we move in circles that are of varying quality. Workplaces, family groups, open associations. Some we trust, and some we trust-lite.

I’m a member of a model building club that has regular old-guy Mens-Shed sessions once a week. I looked around a while ago and realized something:

I would trust my dog, wallet, and rifle to any of the people in the room. Also my family, house, and library.

I’m no fool, and have been hit and hurt before, but I’ve finally found a group that makes me feel comfortable.

It will make me sad to denounce them to the authorities…