Day 33: Mini Shriner

So I DO remember where this little guy came from. I don't remember the specific date or anything, but it was from this fabulous DAV thrift store we used to call Sachs North Avenue. Why on earth I would spend 75 cents on a miniature ceramic Shriner-slash-candle holder is perhaps the more interesting issue. I do sort of have a Shriner thing, but that mainly involves going to see them drive their little teeny cars in parades. (OK, I do sort of lust to acquire a really good red velvet fez, the kind with the scimitar emblem on it. The fixation ends there, though, and doesn't involve any exotic role playing or anything. At least none I am admitting here. "Oh, Lord Grand Potentate, I have been a naughty girl..."). I certainly never extended my (entirely innocent!) passing interest in Shriners to collecting Shrinerabilia.

Which is maybe a good thing, because the one and only (but extremely enthusiastic) responder to this Freecycle offer mentioned that one reason he responded with such alacrity is that the Shriners don't like their objets d'art falling into civilian hands. Marc makes it his mission to reclaim Shriner artifacts whenever he can. I'm a little afraid what might happen if, say, a tasty betassled fez fell into your non-Shriner hands and you didn't promptly return it to the nearest temple. Bad things, man, bad things. Just hand over the mini Shriner figurine and nobody gets hurt.