The door was open to the old church, turned community theater as I stepped inside. According to his cardboard sign, on stage was an unshaven man in ragged clothes, presenting a three-part act.
Finishing Act I, he bowed, stepped behind the curtain and re-entered the stage from the other side. He finished the second act with a song-and-dance routine.
As the third act began, a two deputies entered the theater, heading towards the stage to arrest the thespian. I protested, “Please, let him finish!”
They were accommodating, allowing him to complete the last act from his jail cell — across mine.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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