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[oakenguy]

It just hit me: for the last three weekends I've been meeting folks at a crossroads, screening them to make sure they were worthy (e.g., not TOO drunk), and then unsealing the doorway that lets them enter the home of the spirits. Oh, and getting token offerings of food, too.

All this time I thought I was playing a mad scientist, but really I've been Papa Legba.

Frell.