At 12:34, I was waiting at a stoplight on our way home from church. On our left was a street preacher with a bullhorn. A Bojangles separated him from the nearest church, 500 feet up on the left. Across the street from the church is a lingerie / video shop, which is across another street from a local hot dog restaurant that we like a lot. I'm thankful for Durham and all its idiosyncrasies and eccentricities.