What Happens in PA, Stays in PA

Alright, where do I begin?

Let's start from the beginning. First, I tell my roomate about Harrisburg. Basically, he says that he needs a break, so he decides to come along, which works for me becuase I don't have to bothered with riding with someone who would otherwise make the roadtrip unenjoyable.

Since Paul and me are driving, Daniel now has a definite way to get to PA. For those of you who don't know who Daniel is, he is my best friend in the whole wide world, he's my brotha from anotha motha!

Since Paul, Daniel, and me are driving, another friend wants to tag along named Arlando.

And then there were 4.

The car we rode is was a 90s Plymouth Sundance. That's the equivalent of a pinto.

Bad, but there's more.

The car that we're following to get to PA leaves us at a rest stop in Ohio. We (guys) took too long for the ones in the other car (girls and Carl and Arlando[Carl is another friend from church]). So now we are on our own. They gave us directions, but they were wrong.

We did eventually make it to Harrisburg, PA together, and we check into our hotels just to change and go to service.

We get to service at this old church that looks like an oversized funeral parlor. Ironically, the preacher for the evening was a popular undertaker.
In his sermon, he kind-of implied that Mother Rossum might have had a criminal record, but he cleaned that up real fast.

Saturday, Paul hurts his back. So he stays at the hotel and rests while we go to a banquet for Mother Rossum. We come back to the hotel, and we discover Paul is basically paralized. We call an ambulance to come and get him, and I ride in the front passenger seat of the EMS Truck to some hospital that seemed to be about 20 minutes away. We wait for three hours when Paul is released, and we still know nothing really of his condition. They give him a shot of Morphine and it stayed in his system for the remainder of his trip-Paul dosen't step out of his hotel room until Monday morning, which was the day we left. And he was still slightly inebriated.

Sunday, we get news that a tornado watch has been issued in Harrisburg. You know the one that tore up Indiana some other state, but it was headed our way. That threw our return time off by one whole day.

What good happened, Minibishop? Well, I as well as the others got a chance to know some of the young people from our Harrisburg church a little better. I had a truck-load of fun. Every day was like a party.

Is this all that happened, Minibishop? Of course not, but I can't tell you. It was like you had to have been there. In that case, what happens in PA, stays in PA!

Any Mumford Alumn?

Read this...

Lois Sawyer (Wayne State MI) wrote at 12:38pm
U know u went 2 Mumford if: If u have missed 1st hour because of the metal dectectors. U wore a leather coat to school and had to leave it in the car to get in the building. U remember when they banned white tees at school. U skipped in Ballroom. U had a crush on Ms. Barett/ Mr. Mathtews U ever spent 1st hour in the lunch room. U ever snuck out of school through the recieving door. U know who Mary the Special Ed singer is. U know Tiffany/Clifford. U ever bought Capri Suns, Famous Amos Cookies or Chips off the cart. U bought cookies from Ms. Davis room U ever wondered why all those school names are around the gym. Remember all the fights and argu,ments at the Grammys Remember that girls whos booty always showed during the Advanced ballroom performances. Said something about Mrs. Spight's beard. Hate Mrs and Ms Jones that work in 102 Hate that fat lady in the bookstore. Remember when Mr Burney was fat Remember when Mr Burney walked the 2nd floor with that microphone. Remember the hall sweeps. Ran from a security guard. Remember when they made all those parking spaces handicap. Ever missed class cause there was no palce to park. Remember when a special ed kid took a (defecated) on the stairs.

Until Next Time,

The Minibishop