My Dad was kind of a big deal in the Masons. He used to run pancake breakfasts to raise scholarship money. This was in Northeast Vermont. They had good syrup. The conspiracy happened when they bought syrup from NH one week.
” The conspiracy happened when they bought syrup from NH one week.”
You can always spot a Mason by the plaid flannel shirts they wear in NH.
Hahahaha…oh those Masons…their secretive good deeds makes them evil somehow.
I bet it was fun and delicious.