I’ve been in Long Island for several days and returned home late yesterday.
Today the doorbell rang. Once again (This is the fourth time!) two Mormon missionaries, young guys in their twenties, were at the door. I was surprised at what they said as their “come on” line.
“We’ve stopped by to talk with you about family.”
I was very nice. I told them their church was really working the hood. I did mention something about peddling hate and not family.
Needless to say, our conversation was brief.