"We won't grow until we get a parking lot," I insisted.
No one on the board claimed that the present situation sufficed. Two hundred fifty people competed for curbside space. But soon the arguments began: "Exercise is good for them." "Encourage them to car pool."
"Listen," I said with slight agitation, "if we can't offer visitors a pleasant, quick entrance into the church, what's to keep them coming?"
That's when Bob Stanton spoke. "I remember back in '41. We discussed this same question. Somehow we've managed to get by all these years. Now, I do agree with the Reverend, it would be nice to have more elbow room for the cars. But, where would we put such a lot? We're surrounded by homes and businesses."
"The furniture store across the street's up for sale," I hastened to announce.
"But they don't have any parking space either," Bob pointed out.
"We could sell the buildings and have them carried off."
"What's the asking price?" responded another elder.
That's when Bob Stanton gasped and ...1