Today I was seemingly driving in circles, in a town neither of us know very well at all, trying to find the huge Goodwill store I'd seen before. We scampered through a ghetto and emerged at the other side, unscathed. Between pillars supporting the freeway up above, down, around, through...and suddenly there was a church, in the middle of the receiving docks and huge factories. It was a red brick community church with a dome on the top, and I looked twice at the sign out front, Divine Message Changed Weekly:
"Lost? Need Directions? Stop inside and talk to us!"
I ignored the Divine Message (TM), stopped at a gas station instead, and threw a shoe in front of the cop car parked outside. Smooth, very smooth.
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