One day while tracking with Bailiff Nostradamus “Bull” Shannon from Night Court (A.K.A. Elder “Dilrod” Peterson), we or rather I stopped to ask the next door we came to, for a glass or water instead of doing a typical door approach. It was a hot, humid, muggy July day in Bogalusa, LA.
Bull had an obsession with tracking. It was partly my fault because it was my first area and I was told that missionary work was exhausting. Well, the only way to get exhausted is to walk 30+ hours a week. Besides giving away stuff felt like we were accomplishing something.
Well, the lady of the house let us in, got us a drink and said her grandson had a Mormon friend on a mission. We tried to inquire further, but she was pretty blunt that she wasn’t interested but would get us a drink.
As we walked away I memorized the name on the mail box. Some days, like today, I can almost recall the exact image.
Anyway, about a year later in Baton Rouge I believe. I can’t remember who I was with but we went to see a single mother member of the singles ward there. There was a guy at the house and when he heard my name asked if I had served in Bogalusa. When I said yes I asked him why. He didn’t look familiar at all. So naturally I was curious how he knew me.
Ignoring my question for a moment, he asked if I remembered the Foils. I said yes. That was really weird because I only met the lady of the house.
“I’m their grandson,” he said at last.
The time was messed up. I was not up at 12 am to make this post.
Posted by: Michael at January 28, 2004 07:57 PM