The doors were tall and dark, The handle ominous. A suited gent extended a hand with a made up smile that tweeked his lips. “Bulletin” Thank you. Cautiously we wandered in. Hushed mirmurs. Which seat? There is a cushion there, and a book. Lets take a chance. The space dribbled full. well, fullish. Pipe organ rumbled the building Men filed in. One man ascended. Songs, and words, alternated. A long word. Songs and words alternated again. Then Hands lifted. (One set. At the front) Amen declared. And people made for the doors. Eyes averted, Shoes inspected. Ah, fresh air again. The service is over. Time for Coffee. Want one?