One last look at the Ocean. This is at the end of Johnson, not to far from Hollywood Blvd. We found a handicap parking place right at the start of the sand. I can't believe it took us eleven months to find this place. I guess we were focused on the job we were called to do. I remeber Sister Hogge telling us she and Elder Hogge would drive down to the beach and just watch the waves and the gulls. I thought I knew where she was talking about but could never find it. Now here it is and we leave in nine days. So with a tear in our eyes, we say "Farewell to Florida!"

Now that we are going home, it is too bad we have finally found the places to hang out. Maybe that is a good thing. I may have spent the whole year here instead if working. Elder Graff has now found the freight trains and I have a favorite place to enjoy the ocean and it's time to go back to the desert. If I turn up missing you can probably find me here. This is the place that the song refers to. At least the place I will think about when I hear it.

We drove down to Key Largo with the Sommerfeldts. We wanted to take the bridge over to the Island that goes through the Crocodile Lake National Reserve. That was rather disappointing. There is so much vegetation along the road that you can not see the water or any wildlife. These are canoes that you can rent after you get to the park. They charge $10.00 a car to enter. But the beach is nice and quiet. A good place to take your kids.

Devon Somera delivered the painting last night while we were at the Hollywood Chapel teaching. He did it from a drawing that our grand daughter Summer Sue Graff sent us. He is a very talented artist and he is getting ready to go on his mission. He is one of the young people that we have taught and have really enjoyed getting to know. He goes to the Nova YSA Branch. He has been doing a lot of baptisms for his family.

The Elmo and Hazel Hibbs saga continues. The dream I had the last night in Key West has netted 59 people and counting. What a great experience to end this mission on! I think I will write this into a talk. I am using parts of it as examples in the Firesides we have been having. There are things that show exactly how to enter different situations and how to make connections with the generations. Quite a learning experience for us. I have spent the last two weeks working on the project and I am still not through. But that is the way genealogy is; you are never finished.

Last Sunday was a special day for us. Rick Davis, who was one of our first new converts that we worked with in the Hollywood Ward, baptised his youngest daughter and his oldest daughter. His ex wife was even there for Church and the baptisms. It was a wonderful afternoon. He was just glowing! Our friend Clovis is getting a kitten that we found for him. The kitten is at the vets getting fixed and all the kitten shots. We get to take him to Clovis next Friday. Clovis has just received the Priesthood and is looking forward to going to the Orlando Temple and being sealed to his wife. That is something we will miss and it is hard to leave some of these special people. Margleth will be going to the temple soon and getting her endowments. The time has been flying by.

As you can tell we have a lot of dinner on the tables. KFC is running an ad where you get free jugs of soda with several combos. Earl was in seventh heaven. He kept saying "the Lord has blessed my tummy tonight with chicken!" He is another of our recent converts that we have worked with. He took 12 names to the temple in Orlando. We can now ad Earl to our list. Krispy Kreme Guzman, Taco Time Norvin, Firehouse Frederick, and now Chicken Earl. We are going to miss these little food interludes. Can't believe we leave in three weeks. The time to flying past. We have another Fireside on Sunday, September 18 and then we take the apartment apart and clean it and leave. We put the mattress on Craig's List to see if we could sell it. Don't know how that Will go. Maybe it will sell and maybe it won 't.

Our dinner with Earl at KFC! I messed up the first set of pictures and lost them. So we made another appointment and took the sisters with us this time. We owed them a dinner for helping with the talk in Spanish. Earl loves KFC and we wish we had a recorder to listen to him again expound on the virtue of the Colonel and what he can do with a chicken. He calls us his "white chicken family".