The third in an occasional series.
Mornings when walking to the train station, I pass two outposts of Jehovah’s Witnesses. At the first are two women, early thirties, a rolling magazine rack between them. They hold out a magazine that no one takes. Further down the street is an older man, usually alone, also holding out a magazine that no one takes. Around town, afternoons, I see a wandering pair of young American men, dark pants, white short sleeve shirts with ties, name tags. Mormons, of course. I wonder if I can match the young Mormon guys with the Jehovah’s Witnesses ladies? It might not work out since those Mormons aren’t early risers. Continue Reading