I pass a hall every Sunday morning. Usually I am:
Going skiing.
Taking my lovely wife to breakfast.
Screaming past on my Harley.
Taking the wife yard sailing. ( I'm on the fence about going into the hall on this one.)
You're right Terry. If nothing else, I have redeemed thousands of hours of my life back. Hours that would have been sacrificed to a cult. Such a waste.
I'll take yard sailing after all.