As I think about Oakdale, LA, a lot of thoughts come back. I even looked it up on a map.
I remember having trouble with battery on the white Saturn that we had. He left the car running as we checked on a media referral in Elizabeth.
I believe it was the Westigaurds in Glenmora that Mailman liked to hang out at. There is a story about them too.
I remember this punk kid I almost strangled. Was it here that there was a guy who served his mission there and came back to marry some lady in the branch? If so, I think it was here where I got the idea to put Jalapenos on my hamburger. We did a service project at a football game. I forget the school name.
I think there is a Federal prison here too. There was this guy that requested we come visit him. That was kind of weird.
The first few weeks I was there, we kept running down old referrals Mailman never had seen! I took over the "operation" and fixed up the area book, just in time to get replaced by three sisters... one of which was the lovely Sister Cox!
Holy cow! More thoughts....
They branch met in a small white house. It was better than Zwolle which met in an old gas station. We had a "black church" on Sunday when the whites were out numbered that day.
I guess I better stop for now. I could probably go on forever.
Posted by Michael at July 19, 2005 10:14 AM