When I was little, I went to Sunday school there for a while, but all I remembered about it was that once I filled a shoe box lid with plaster of Paris, then stuck a plastic Jesus into it and some shells around him. I don’t know why. Our pastor, Father Leon Harris, had donated some office space in the church basement for the Diggers, a hippie organization that provided a runaway location service, counseling, food, shelter, and medical assistance to street people. When parishioners complained, Father Harris said God’s church was meant to help the needy, but the parishioners argued that the kids wouldn’t be needy if they had stayed at home with their middle-class families. Looking over the guests on the bride’s side, I saw relatives, neighbors including Rena and her parents, family friends, and a bunch of people I didn’t know, probably Dad’s business associates. I also spotted Lisa Girardi and Candy Lambert. What were they doing here? Then I remembered that Lisa’s dad owned a grocery store up on Divisadero Street, and she’d probably invited Candy.
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