Now, where I live now, they never stop. I think my house is marked off as an apostate site.
I have wondered about that myself, Larc. A few years back I had that dreaded knock at my door. Two neatly dressed witness ladies, attempting to sell me the way out of this wicked world.
Very politely, I said "I would rip out my spleen and EAT IT before I would join THE organization I hold responsible for destruction my family."
Without a word, they grabbed their book bags and made hasty tracks. In the years following, I would notice the familiar car groups canvasing my neighborhood, sometimes even parking right across the street from my house. No one has ever called on me again.
Andee