No car

Way back, when we lived in Pocatello; Dad was the Bishop of our ward. It was a mutual night. I received a call from the church from our dau. Suzette. Randy was engaged in a war with the older men who had come to play basketball, even though the mutual still had gym time, I drove to the church, settled everything as best I could, then sent the kids on home. I stayed at the church to come home with my sweetheart when he finished his interview. We checked out the building, locked it up, and went out to the parking lot. NO CAR. Somehow I had sent the kids home with both cars, AND, they had better be in bed. Rather than walk home, we called our good friends, Fred and Pat Chase. They were happy to pick us up and we went out for milk shakes and chatter. And That Was When I Had A Mind!--By Deniece Beck