Serving Christmas Mass  I'm in Wilmerton standing outside the donut shop on the corner of Main Street and Friends Ave. My uncle Rusty Redding and cousins Rich and Melissa Redding are there. I talk about fermenting wine in bottles, but I say something isn't right. Rich and Melissa correct me, and I say that what they say is correct, about oxygen and carbon dioxide. Rusty tells me that I'm the number three mass server (alter boy) for church, at Christmas I think! He is the number four server. I Think this is fucked up, and I don't' want to participate in a mass as a server. I want nothing to do with it, but it seems I am obligated to serve because they have me scheduled to serve. John and I have lines to say: we may have to talk during the service, like in a pageant.