Preachers
Geronimo and I were driving past the BART Station at the south-east corner of 16th and Mission. Even through the closed windows of the car we could hear a woman shouting through one of those public speaking mikes.
“Jesus viene para salvarlos! Quiten sus pecados!” Et cetera.
The arrival of Jesus was imminent, according to her. But I had been hearing her colleagues bellowing the same thing for the forty years I had passed that corner. Read the rest of this entry »
