Krishna's and Communists - Marion Rd

The main door downstairs to get up to 2nd or 3rd floor apartments was never locked anyone could come in. One summer as a kid the door knocks. Me and daddy answer the door to my amazement was a Hari Krishna dressed in their garb that made him look like he was from out of space! These people use to dance around airports, shaking tambourines, peace love happiness. With a ponytail coming out from the top of his head but the rest of his head shaved to the skin. Long, bright orange dressgown and he tries to say something to my dad maybe peace or do you know Hari? My father screeches “NO we’re catholic!” Slams the door in his face! LOL. I looked at my dad and he said don’t ever talk to those people. I thought great something else to be fearful of Krishna’s and Communists. My friends Helen and Milena with their parents escaped from Czechoslovakia they had to escape from the communists – whoever they were.