
After many years, I've finally tracked down the source for many year's worth of devotional readings. Cleverly, Uncle Charlie and Co. have disguised their devotion sweatshop as a storefront for piano lessons. I think we really know what's going on behind those closed shades, though. Thousands of Melissas, Kyles, Rubys, and Stevens are going about their daily lives, learning valuable lessons about things like not saying bad words and not lying about those cookies they stole. I attempted to infiltrate the operation to deliver a few lessons of my own, but the posted hours are only weeknights from 11:15 to 11:30 pm.
In one final note, I did take the opportunity to walk around the facility and, curiously, noticed a mustard jar in a car parked behind the building.
Update:There seems to be some question regarding the veracity of this post, so I present, for the record, this photo of a mustard jar in the car.