Not quite the bricklayer story...

[metawidget]

but any night where seven people collectively imagine what amounts to a Roadrunner cartoon with extra tusks, lizard-things, interfaith wrestling where the oil wasn't slippery enough and rather fragile skulls of death is fun, particularly while laughing and eating food with not much nutritional value.

There was some other school-type stuff too today: it went well. I'll get a few names memorized in each class sooner or later.

If you haven't read the bricklayer story, try to find it read by someone good, or read one variant of the bricklayer's letter.