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Salutations. I don’t really know how I’ve ended up in this little nook of Internet, but I will nonetheless respond as able to your inquiry. Similar to yourself, I grew up in a house deluged with Maher. In a way, watching Real Time with my father was a religious experience, insofar as it provided us with a shared understanding of the world. Anyways, the first recollection I have of attending a church was for a funeral. Another memory is going to a Christmas service with my Grandma, which I found boring. Far more related to your Substack, I grew up in a town with a substantial Mormon population. Once, when I was in middle school, two missionaries visited my house. We must’ve spoken for a few minutes, and I took the book. We scheduled a meeting for next week, and I made a commitment to read a certain passage. When they arrived next week, I invited to them into my living room- the table cluttered. Rushing back to my room, I tried to skim the passage before returning. I don’t remember how long that first meeting was, but I was pretty shocked that they wanted to schedule my baptism for next week. I told my mom, and the next time they visited she explained- politely or not- that I wasn’t interested. This is probably a common experience for people living in towns with a Mormon missionary presence. This is a neat Substack.

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