Monday, August 22, 2011

Ten of us this day. One came bearing homemade chocolate cookies.  Delicious, homemade chocolate cookies!  Verbal assault was much less welcome; a hostile intoxicated man confronted us by standing in the parking margin and shouting "Excuse me.  What are the wages of peace?"  But he was not really wanting our answers; only our attention to his angry religious tirade.  I have great difficulty with intoxicated men who shout at me from a close range.  The violence of it is painful.