And snow coming to the northeast. And the doorbell rings, two strange men, Baptists they say, pushing pamphlets. They seem vaguely purgatorial. I tell them "Trick or Treat" isn't until Sunday.
Meantime I'm getting ready for the opera. Seeing the Met's live simulcast of "Don Giovanni" in the hugely ugly Syracuse "Carousel Mall" for that's where the theater is. We make sacrifices for art.
We do not ring doorbells for god. We head to the monolith shopping center for Mozart. Day of first snow. Opera and Mexican food, better than staying home…
SK
Planet of the Blind 
I have the same problem with the very small contraband dog in #13. She appears at my door in the morning begging entrance to my home to share God’s love with me. I give her a little shoulder rub and send her on her little way. Baptists, very small dogs, and the endlessly circling LAPD helicopters…what will become of us all?
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“Such is the end of the evildoer: the death of a sinner always reflects his life”
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Listening to “Don Giovanni” in Surround Sound will not even save you.
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You are going straight to Hell for saying that to the Baptists. Do not pass “Go”; do not collect $200 — straight to H-E-L-L.
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