walk out a couple hours later and go home to bed. This was my night, as it often is on a Tuesday. Luckily the service staff at the local have gotten used to seeing collared clergy in their establishment.
Tonight was made special by the two guys who seemed to have gotten lost on their way to the Legion. They were antiques, shouting at each other not because it was any kind of loud in the joint, but rather because everything is quiet to them there days. War songs and marching tunes were sung, laughter was shared, and a priest, an appliance salesman and a mental health worker looked on and enjoyed.
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