It really is a form of religion for me.
Homes Away from Home
We went for a stroll last Sunday and passed one of those fly-by-night evangelistic churches, this one occupying an old shotgun house.
A man I’d never seen before waved as we passed, and he called out, “One of these Sundays, why don’t you come to church with us?”
I thought about it, and answered: “Sure, as long as you’ll come to my church with me.”
He answered, “Where’s your church?”
“Any brewpub will do,” I replied, and walked on.
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