Christopher Street

Cast Thy Bread Upon the Waters

The Unitarians brought me bread. A loaf of bread. Apparently home-baked, or, at least, home-machine baked. They dropped it off at the house last night while I was out getting my nails done. They told John that they gift all their visitors with bread.

They also sent me two letters of welcome, one from Reverend Snavely and one from Nancy, the membership coordinator.

I guess they are interested in feeding my tummy as well as my soul.