[P.O.E.]

I have to tell you this story.

I used to work in a factory, and we would goof off and hide somewhere and read the papers, magazines whatever.

There was this guy Jerry, wore a slouch hat, leather vest, long hair, talked in a gravelly voice, would regale us with tales of his run-ins with the law.

One day at lunch, I said I was getting ready to go off and hide somewhere and was looking for something to read. He told me to follow him to his locker, he had something for me. I figured it was going to be a Hustler magazine or something, but he gave me a copy of Plato’s Republic. The next book he gave me was “Screwtape Letters”.

I’m forever in his debt.

[Salvation]

We can’t tell by appearances, can we??

Great story!