The Nathren Disturbance

I had just returned to my "home town".  My father was with me, as was my wife.  We went to a church.  We were hanging around inside the lobby/gift shop.  A bunch of really old women were scattered around, sitting on benches and browsing the shop.  I noticed there was also a bunch of trinkets in shop of really old people, paintings of old people, as well.  I started comparing in my mind the real old people that were now staring at me and the trinkets.  I think they were made of dried fruit.  

Then I turned to the rack of post cards, and picked a beautiful postcard of a snow covered mountain with a cave at the bottom of it.  I turned the card over to find the price.  It was kind of confusing.  There were three prices depending on how many you bought and if you bought a "container" with it.  My father bought a post-card.  I asked how much.  He said $5.00.  I thought about it, but then looked out the window, and saw the same Mountain.  Then I realized I could take my own pictures.

My wife was already over the balcony, and wading in a river.  I asked if we were staying for the church service.  Everybody (my dad,wife, and the woman at the register) all said the service doesn't start until 2:30. 

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