Backblip. This beer truck was parked by the shops at Canal Place downtown. There was a hard-core Southern Baptist-style preacher at the stage nearby shouting at a small congregation. He was there last week too.
When he was done, he let a woman speak. She wasn't as fiery as him, but she did say "amen" so frequently, it started getting old. She used it like punctuation. "We're having a good day. Amen. Next week we might finally get a church across the bridge. Amen. Come join us. Amen." It was more frequent than that, if you can believe it.