Okay, what’s the deal? Two young Mormon mission men banging on my door at 6:30 pm, New Year’s eve, pitch black night, white shirts, ties, dark pants and STOCKING CAPS. No chance in hell I am going to open that door. Especially with visions of Jon Krakauer’s book “Under the Banner of Heaven” dancing permanently in my head. Go away, go some place like Southeast Asia and do some good helping people with their misfortunes. Is there a national “no door to door” solicitation site I can sign up with?
I just smile and wave through the side glass panels on my front door, “No thank you,” I say.
