Scenes from my Monday
I hate walking through Monument Square on Mondays. Monument Square sits right in front of my work. There's a giant statue — a monument, if you will — to Maine's Civil War soldiers and our beautiful city library across the street. That's the square, behind the lighthouse. Monument Square sits directly between my workplace and Kamasouptra, the site of the best damn soup in Maine. And every Monday, there is a street preacher standing there holding a sign. Street yeller might be a better term. He's a skinny guy, around 50 years old with dark hair and at least a couple of days of stubble. Not shabby enough to be homeless but not clean-cut enough to not make you wonder. "Repent unto Him, for you are all sinners and must be saved," he yells, some days, at nobody in particular. Some days, I would like to go up to him. I imagine the conversation in my mind. "You're making us Christians look bad, you know," I'd tell him. Sometimes, I imagine he'd j...