The guy on the corner

Dear weird guy on the corner in town,

I've missed you. You used to hang out on the corner, bible in hand, shouting something (probably scripture) as loud as you can at the passing traffic all the time, and I saw you today for the first time in a long time. I assume you pick rush hours to be out there because there are more people out and about at that time. I've always wanted to stop and ask you about your mission but I'm usually way too tired by the end of the day to stop, and I think Rachelle would kill me if I stopped to chat while on a walk or bike ride. What exactly are you doing on your corner? Are you trying to enlighten all the misguided souls in Fairport and steer them away from eternal damnation? Are you trying to recruit members of the Baptist church on other corner? Are you touched in the head? Where have you been all winter? What are all the other screaming beard-donning corner-standing bible-toting enthusiasts going to say when they find out you only come out in nice weather? I'm just curious...

Love,
Joe