That’s OK as long as I have my prayer rug and have a place to wash my feet and a private place to prey (exsuse me, I meant PRAY) etc. Plus I’ll have all my Kwanzaa gear, candles and presents with me.
And I know they won’t search my wife in her burka or my friends turban. We’ll be OK
No sarcasm here, no sir.
Ah, nothing gets the dreariness out of the winter like bringing the dreariness inside. Why don’t they just call it Suicide Season in Seattle?