Soulful encounters while waiting for gyros

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Saturday morning I had one of those moments so sweetly humane you later sit back and think, man, I just hope God was watching.



Even if He was not, a lot of people at the Ligonier Farmer’s Market were. I’d gone there jonesin’ for gyro.



So were about six other people. The long, slow-moving line had me feeling crabby and I began making petty judgements about those who were