And the beat goes on . . . .

Apologies for the late entry. Yesterday was a half workday and half a sightseeing and EATING out day. Several of us participated in the once a month food delivery program. We put roughly 620 boxes of food in drive-up recipients' vehicles--in trunks, in back seats, and on people's laps. Now, that's really drive-thru fast food. iI got a chance to interact with many of the folks because I alternated with Neil in opening doors and trunks. The food was a blessing for the recipients, but perhaps was a greater blessing to the givers. Dick Swain had the awesome opportunity of meeting and greeting all the recipients as they validated their eligibility credentials to receive the food boxes. We were fortunate to be here at the time of the once-a-month food delivery program. As of yesterday I believe we have created 5,000 health kits and 2,600 layette or birthing kits. That's about 1% of the materials here in the Depot with materials coming in all the time. Do you think you might have the time to share some of God's work here at Sager Brown next year? You will find it a unique and uplifting experience, to say nothing about the social milieu that develops between our members and those from other churches. During our half-day off, our eminent and multi-decorated (no that's JJ) leader planned an excursion to Avery island, the home base for Tabasco pepper sauce. The newbies took the factory toour while the veterans were seen "just sitting and rocking" on the porch of the Tabasco store. They had their tasting of Tabasco ice cream, cola, dips, and sauces. Hot and spicy is to my liking but the habanero pepper sauce exceeds my pay grade. We travelled through tree, plant, gator, and bird sanctuary and viewed the Buddhisyou should consideryou should considert shrine. The Buddha was a gift to Mr. McIlhenney (sp?), tabasco's originator, from someone in China. I'm happy to report that the Buddha spoke to none in our midst as we remained steadfast in our Christian beliefs. On a sadder note, I'm ashamed of most of my colleagues (not all mind you--certainly lLafoyle is exempt) for their excessive eating habits during our outing. I dubbed Mary's salad Mt. Everest because she had to stand up to start eating it. I tried to set an example by ordering light--two 7 oz. blackened chicken breasts smothered in Rotel tomatoes, onions, and cheese all firmly erected on a bed of onion straws, baked potato, mixed vegetables and shrimp bisque. I harken back to George's sermon on gluttony. I'm sure glad we took that to heart because we are NOT sinful folks. Well, it's back to the Depot to work. All my colleagues are their and here I am witing to you. Seriously, you should consider joining an expedition to Sager Brown. Contact Bill Kolstad and tell him i sent you. Craig