happennings at the laundry

i met a man yesterday at the laundry. my folk religions book was on my chair. he sat down beside my chair. and so it began.

he said a woman was trying to steal his size 60 jeans for her size 34 husband.

he said he's lived here his whole life.

he asked where i live. [i said 'oh, a few blocks in that direction' waving in some vague direction]

he said he has a theology degree from loyola.

he said he has left organized religion.

he said he worships in the native style now [he's half cherokee].

i asked him, 'how do you participate in native american worship?'

the first thing he listed was using peyote [which my handy dandy macbook defines as: a hallucinogenic drug prepared from a blue cactus, containing mescaline.]

only slightly lower on the list was his mastery over herbal medicines.

he also meets with the tribal council.

religion...what a funny thing.

- carrie