It was the first of February, the day before my birthday,
and I was walking home from my afternoon class at Old Main when I noticed a
white van in the parking lot of the First Holistic-Humanist Congregation of
Cass City. This wasn’t just the usual white van belonging to the residents, my
friends the Y+Thems, which was always there, but a second van parked alongside
it. On the side of this van were the words Inter-faith Church Healing for
Hopeless Liabilities, and there was a dumpster unceremoniously plopped down next
to it that ICHHL workers were quickly filling with debris.
“Oh, no,” I said to myself. “What now?”