Nobody has time anymore. We’re all booked, scheduled, optimized, and the kids have it worst of all. So this Sunday we’re doing something almost scandalous with a morning: spending it on each other. It’s Bridging: two young people crossing into adulthood with a whole room at their back, with music and roses. Hope is a practice, and a practice needs company. Come spend an hour that isn’t trying to get anything out of you. It’s also Pride Sunday, and around here love stays where the neighbors can see it.