New in Town
False dawn cast a warm half-light on the street leading to the center of the small town. Houses were starting to huddle in closer to one another. A boy on a bicycle wearing a grey baseball cap pedaled slowly, aimlessly. Stopping in the middle of the bridge, he laid down his bike and slipped off his backpack to pull out an apple. Polishing it on his damp t-shirt, he peered down at the river, flowing lazily below. Small eddies were barely visible, except when a leaf would catch in o
They don't know it's rehashed. They never saw it the first time around. Years later, when they realize it's a redo, they'll probably still identify with the version they grew up with, because it reminds them of when they saw it the first time, and they'll have an attachment.
I love his sign -"the band on same-sex marriage" - further indication of the level of education and sophistication these "preachers" attain.
Why does our society glorify Old Testament bronze age thinking from one part of the world and condemn it as superstition in another?
To all the admins, mods, authors, editors, writers, members, and lurkers -
Thanks for the gift of GA. "So friendly, it's a little scary."
Merry Christmas, all.
I never met the other two guys. I only remember being invited "to a party" by a stranger once. I was hitching to get back home late one night, and got picked up. It just kept getting stranger and stranger. I excused myself at a stop light.
It mighta happened more often, but I was pretty clueless as a kid.
Every year, I have to tell Dave, "Don't ask so many questions this time of year, and when I lock you out of a room, it's for a reason."
Nosy bastard. But I've never caught him snooping.