Then again, Jesus was born in a barn!

Prthu Dasa recalls:

I was sitting on a bench near that Hippie Hill in San Francisco; I was chanting my rounds.

A very old black man came by.
He came up to me and said, “That old man who started this thing, he was a cool catch!
I was living in the bowery and he was living in a house there. It was a complete mess.
Then again, Jesus was born in a barn!”

Then he walked away.