On Monday, it started with nachos. And an irate lady. My two little girls and I were enjoying some high-calorie chips with yellow jalapeno cheese goo glopped over the top of them in front of the Beer Garden at the “Fiesta Hermosa” when I noticed a Mexican family standing next to us. “Did you get
I arrived early Saturday morning to set up our “Hope Chapel” booth in the “Free Speech” area of the Hermosa Pier. The reason we were located there was because we were’nt wanted in the fair proper. We created such a disturbance among the other vendors at the Memorial Day Fair with our “religious literature,” that
It was Friday night and the whole of downtown Hermosa Beach was astir with commotion because the big day was tomorrow: The Fiesta Hermosa, a complete bacchanalian feast of the senses. I thought it would be good to start things off right since I would nearly be evicted from the fair on Monday… I approached
“Why don’t you just get outta here?” said a snotty teen at Starbucks last week when I asked her the million-dollar question. How rude! Poor girl. What kind of parents didn’t raise her. At another Starbucks next to Redondo Beach high school, two teen girls were hugging and kissing on each other’s lips in a
E-vangie Tales/EDGE #4: A Great Cloud of Jehovah’s Witnesses
We synchronized our watches. At exactly 1:50 the evangelism team would be at their posts handing out million-dollar bill Gospel tracts to every Jehovah’s Witness coming back from their lunch break to continue another session at their Annual Convention. It was a secret mission; we were spies in enemy territory hoping to blend in with
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