I said, “I’m sorry, mom and dad, you know, “I’ve got, we gotta leave.” At that point’s when I found out about Jim Fowler, having his thing, I remember the call Stan gave me. I’m like, God, the Lord’s blessed me. We’re going. He said, “When you be here?” “Two weeks, I’ll be there. “All right, dad, you sell the house. “Sue, get the kids.” We ain’t, we’re not taking any furniture, nothing. We’ll take our belongings and a U-Haul truck. I’ll put a U-Haul truck behind my truck.
