Moonies. Once I lived with some Moonies. Swedish ones. No Finnish.
It wasn't on purpose.
I was in Boulder for a four month stint at the university and my housing fell through at the last minute. Desperate, I took up at this weird facility that had private studios clustered around a huge auditorium. It turned out this place hosted the Moonies several times a year and all summer. The couple who ran it were Moonies, and they loved their Rev!! They tried to get me to join them in Moonie worship. But I didn't. I should have learned more about it just to further my repetoire, but at the time, I thought any acceptance would leave me open to solicitation.
