This is a picture of the Friends (Quaker) Meetinghouse we visited on the 6th. You walk in through the little green door at the bottom of the hill and then you take a right, go through a smallish room that has a ladder hanging from the ceiling and a table that will, with any luck, be filled with cheese and crackers and cookies, then up the stairs into the Fellowship Room where you must be very, very quiet until the Spirit moves you to speak. It's hard to be very very quiet, for me at least, and it's hard to be around other people who are being quiet. And stomaches don't always obey the quiet rule, which makes it even harder for one's mouth to refrain from giggling. We were fortunate enough to attend on the first day of the first week in the new year, or First First, which is Quakerese for the first Sunday. That may be the first time I've used the word first so many times in one sentence (tee-hee). We also hit the Quaker lottery when we were invited to stay for their Threshing Session, or moderated discussion, on (ironically) gambling.

PS to my beloved editor: I took that picture. That's right. How ya like me now?

PPS That little black sign on the front? That says "Torture is Wrong." (FYI)