The WASP Church

I was with my dear friend, Michael Haun, last week and we passed by a church and saw all the WASPs coming and going in the narthex (lobby). They were congregating in the Nestibule. We just stayed out of their way and tried to pass by—quiet as church mice, but I couldn’t resist taking pictures to document the scene.

When I left Michael, he was getting ready to send the congregants flying home, as they came and went into the old white church. As I left his back porch he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” I wasn’t sure if he was going to unleash a bunch o’ Roodoodles on ‘em or what, but. . . 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the one, the only, Mr. Michael G. Haun