Sunday, February 24, 2013

Not that different

We're all piled into the Methodist Church's preschool, in which they've set up planks on sawhorses, and the planks are heaped with hundreds of books. The air is hot and there's a constant shuffling and reshuffling as we try to make our way around each other without touching to get a better look at the books.

I excuse myself to a bearded fellow who is perusing the history table,  and as I maneuver around him, he says, "It's okay, we're all here for the same thing."

"Well," says Katie, "at least we're not all here for meth."

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