The preacher has been reading some Sartre.
Walking in downtown Gastonia before the parade started the next block over on Franklin...
I found this stuck in the door of Ella's coffee shop...
Then going back to Franklin where the parade had already started...
I found another flyer impalled on a wrought iron fence...
I asked Allie and Evan (squinting into the sun) to hold it up...
I worry about the preacher. He seems a little depressed. Perhaps it is the season. If case you can't read it here is the last line from Sartre's The Stranger - the line the preacher quoted...
"For everything to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration."
Also in case you missed it, he asks his congregation to meet at Shoney's after the parade. There hasn't been a Shoney's around here in decades. Maybe the old boy is trying to return to the past. I suspect that this guy is one of the flock.
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