The meeting is at a local church. They’re kind enough to let us use their basement. A few of us trickle in one at a time, eyes down on the ground. A couple settle into the slightly dented folding chairs set up in a circle, while others try to act casual around the table with a pot of almost lethally strong coffee and the fresh muffins that Mrs. Kirschbaum brings every week. Some of the peop... more.