It’s in a non-descript warehouse building at the foot of a municipal water tower in Naperville, Illinois. It was a pretty long drive, but I finally arrived. I went straight from the train (after stopping at Culvers for a salad for dinner, changing from my suit into jeans in the bathroom). The bishop called me last night with a last minute assignment, and I was happy for the opportunity. We do have a bishop’s storehouse in our area, and somehow I’ve gone all these years without managing to fill an assignment there, until this evening. But the stake got rid of the farm a long time ago. I remember going a number of times to fill various assignments: moving rocks, weeding, cutting up fallen trees with chainsaws. When I first moved into this stake many years ago, they had a welfare farm.
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