Thursday evening in Civic Center, we walked home from the Main Library past an illuminated Bill Graham Auditorium...
...and a blue-and-gold City Hall...
...which hosted a small crew of people on its plaza who looked like extras from
The Walking Dead...
...some of them twirling in ecstasy before a small stage where a Christian revival was taking place.
Participants came by to let us know about the gospel, which reminded me of teenage hitchhiking days. When older men would pose questions that were a little too personal, I always wondered whether they were going to ask if I wanted a blow job or if I had heard of a man named Jesus Christ. Both solicitations usually had the same tone and energy.
The next day, to shield our front windows from the unseasonable heat of the sun, we put up some sarongs in the window which transformed the living room into a churchlike atmosphere, and we prayed for all those trapped in the California fires.
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