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"Judge, do I look crazy? Of course it was loaded!"
I won't bore you with the details, but anyway, instead of the 60 days in jail that the prosecutor was pushing for, my getting caught with a combat tuned Smith & Wesson chief's special ended me up doing 20 hours of community service at Glide Memorial Church, in San Francisco's Tenderloin, back when it was still skid row.
I had not yet joined the church, and my "job" was to count and bundle the little tickets which kept track of the two or three thousand free meals that Cecil made available to his people, who were the genuine wretched of the earth. I asked my "supervisor " if we couldn't reasonably extrapolate from the number fed that for two or three each day, this was the difference between starving and not starving to death today. She figured it probably was.
I don't go to church much, but when I do, it's gotta be Glide. Cecil is 82 now, and for a visit with a real Christian, plus to hear about the time Warren Buffett showed up in a T-shirt to help out (his wife is a long time member of Glide), go here.