Some of the women worshipers wore hot pants. Some of the men wore plush velvet jackets. Braless girls leaned languorously against the pews; here and there bright balloons announced that "God Is Love." Then the band, loud and rocking, struck up the entrance hymn: "When the moon is in the seventh house,/ And Jupiter aligns with Mars . . ." On cue, a blue-gowned verger cleared the way to the altar for the cross bearer and celebrants of the Mass. Hair had come to the solemn, vaulted sanctuary of Manhattan's Episcopal Cathedral of St....
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