Since spotting him during my old pandemic commute, I had been trying to catch Southie's street preacher in the middle of one of his regular street sermons. On the last day of August, I thought I had a chance to finally grab some footage. I grabbed fifteen seconds worth before someone (not the preacher) called me out on it).
This is what I found when I tried to play back the footage.
Divine intervention? Maybe.
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