Oh, we weren’t Quakers. I mean, we attended Quaker church, but there was this wonderful minister, and it wasn’t a silent church. You know, the Quakers were sometimes silent. They had a minister. Eugene Coffin. And he was just about the most sensible, understanding guy we’ve ever met, and his wife was wonderful. He taught in Louie’s school district. And she played the organ and the piano there, in the church, and we attended that church because we weren’t church attendees. But we started because we had the kids, and we were part of the community, and that church was the community.

So it was a wonderful experience, a time of real good stuff, because he was such a good minister and a great… he always had a special little message for the kids. So the kids could sit down front. And they were sensible. They were such real people. Great church. I think maybe it was La Mirada. I think it was labeled that. I’m trying to think how that was. Isn’t that strange how I can forget that? Because it was a real part of our lives, you know?

We were active for quite a few years. We went to that church. We joined, and the kids joined. The kids liked it. They loved that Sunday school. Boy, they just—they went to two different classes—but they just loved that. In fact, when we stopped going, they walked to another church, the two of them, sassy as all hell, and they said, “Well, we’re going to church.” And so they’d walk and they go to this church and they found out it wasn’t quite the same as what they had had before. This was a very supportive, lively congregation of people. Very good.

But when it got to the place where Eugene lived, and then one of the board meetings that I was on—I was a member of the thing, I can’t even remember what it was about—and they started saying, “Well, we don’t want him as the chair because he smokes.” And I thought, “Oh, it’s going to pot.” Because that was never Eugene’s approach. Everybody was a part. And we all were getting there, and we all were getting to God as best we could. And it was a very open, supportive kind of church. I loved it.

When people start being like that they bring out the worst in everybody and I don’t like that. I just figure we’re all limping along the best we can.