During the coffee hour at church this Sunday (think a hundred Unitarians in a parlor chatting, munching on homemade baked good, and sipping urn coffee out of thick mugs—basically Unitarian heaven), I saw one of our church regulars standing alone in his tidy jean jacket. I went up to him and said, “Whenever I see you, Dick, I think, There goes Diana Ross…
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