Creating a gift for America

Since 1998 the  American College of the Building Arts (Formally School of Building Arts) has worked tirelessly to build an institution of immense value to the building industry and the nation. In the present world of instant success this is a long term, time consuming and rewarding initiative we should all be proud of and support. 2015 will be a big year in that growth.

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The Lincoln Imp in Full Technicolor

Here is the Lincoln Imp as Imagined by Cecilia Kate Warren, 7 years young.

I believe she has got the devil part just about right. Especially the green eyes and sheep skin coat.

The claws are just nasty and the cloven feet are just more than I can take.

Glad he didn't come into my house and glad the Angels turned him into stone.

I just wonder where his brother is though?

Norman Senior Is Planning A Trip

West Front Westminster Abbey

Norman de Jr (Norma) and myself Norman de Senior

As I look down from the Triforium at Westminster Abbey I know that eventually I will need to leave my home and take a group of my fellow stone people on a journey which will lead to "The Pool" or Lindon. A place where time passes in peace and harmony. Well that is what it was like when I last visited the place in 1337. It is a long path one made only by following the key which was built by the Master Richard Crundale, My father. Only 12 of us know the truth about how we where born and what we where created to achieve. I hope we are all still alive. I miss my wife. It has been too long since we held each other on that day in Lindon. I hope she is safe and protected by the cross. I hope the master was right and that the"Masonic Order of the Angels" and "Keepers of the Light" are still in "Union".

Westminster Triforium - Our home, napping in the sun 

On this Journey I will take my father Norman the Elder and daughter Norman (Norma) Jr. I hope Norma will forgive me for keeping secrets from her, but she cannot know. She has to make a choice by herself, I cannot intervene. I hope Norman de Elder can remember his task. He has kind of started to go a little nuts watching and waiting. We have always known that our time would come but my father never imagined he would have to remain locked up in this room for so long. He always loved the feeling of rain on his face. The strong winds whipping round his clothing. I remember the time he climbed the highest tower in a hurricane. He just did it to feel alive. 

When you are carved from stone it sometimes takes a little energy from the world to make the blood flow. We are effected in wonderful ways by the rain, the sun and the wind. However I have noticed over time that my friends outside, walking the building, protecting the secret, have started to look a little worn out and black. I am not sure what that black coating is, its like a disease that just that keeps spreading, and don't even mention the green moss growing on my friends nether regions. 

Anyway, I know we will be on the run this year, when the sun reaches its peak. Its a feeling I have. Its time. I can see it in how the stars are aligned.