The Amelia Island
Masonic Lodge.
With the deepest reverence to my brothers of Amelia Island Lodge No. 47, F.&A.M., Fernandina Beach, Florida — keepers of the square, the compass, and the eternal checkered floor on which every mogul learns to dance.
Long before I closed my first deed at the Nassau County Courthouse, I learned to walk on black and white. The lodge teaches what the market only hints at: that opposites are not enemies, they are partners. Light needs shadow. Equity needs debt. The buyer needs the seller. The mogul needs the tribe.
To the Worshipful Master, the Senior Warden, the Junior Warden, the Tyler at the door — thank you. To every brother who has ever lifted a working tool in the name of the Grand Architect of the Universe — thank you. The constellation I am building over Fernandina Beach has your fingerprints on every star.
"On the checkered floor a man learns that wealth is not what you accumulate — it is what you become while accumulating."
If you walk Centre Street and see the lodge, pause. Tip your hat. The men inside built half the city you are admiring.
To win at Monopoly,
you must learn to give freely.
Send a token of gratitude. Fuel the constellation. Receive the blueprint of the Fernandina mogul path in return.