Saturday, July 3, 2010
Trying To Save Us
About every first Saturday of each month or so, these people stand on the busiest intersection of town and shout Bible verses at the passers-by.
The women wear skirts and the men wear polo shirts tucked in to khakis.
As I slowed down for the red light, I sighed, closed the windows, and cranked the AC.
When the light turned green, I drove off forgetting all about them.