Which Reminds Me

During 1976, near the end of our time in El Salvador, my mom took me with her to go over to the Buenos' house to discuss some point about money which completely escapes my mind. I seem to remember that John disagreed with my mother's point, which, whatever, he is entitled to have his own opinion about money and the uses of it. If you are the president of the local Missionary Fellowship then you can make some rules of your own, I suppose. But as I am not really a career missionary, nor permanently stationed there, I do not have to take my orders from them, so whatever. Needless to say.