Billets Douces

This was just thrown in my front door — not in the entry; whoever delivered it actually opened my storm door and front door, which I had left ajar for an impending client. Even the people who leave me leaflets for maid service and pizza delivery aren’t that nervy.

Jesus Loves You

The heat index out there stands at about 110 degrees Fahrenheit. I don’t know whether door-to-door leafleting for Jesus represented admirable if misplaced zeal, or just idiocy.


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