Thirty-five years ago in Boston a couple of street people handed out half-sheets announcing a free introductory lecture to Scientology.
The small room on the second floor held two dozen metal folding chairs, four in the audience and one at a green chalkboard.
A young black man with a jive attitude in a plaid jacket chalked Psych 101 terms on the board.
Questions were not welcome.
Later, empty tin cans wired to the world-famous e-meter revealed that the subject had resistance to the sales pitch.
"Scientology" from the Greek for "load of crap".