Not Much

Sorry I haven't been writing, but there's not been a lot of time. I've basically spent the last week on a Greyhound bus, riding from one corner of Florida to the other. I've not made contact with any more communes yet, but I did get called in by the police.

Apparently, I witnessed an accident. This probably happened on the Greyhound- in fact, we stopped to offer help and follow the law- but I actually saw what appeared to be a car crashing into a telephone pole. I had to give a statement (and quickly whip up some credentials about who I was- thankfully I look older than I am) and describe what I think the driver was doing. It wasn't pretty, but finally they let me go, and I was free to resume my search.

I'm actually thinking about heading to Georgia- apparently there's some sort of large group there, at least according to Yvonne's church. I went there for a service on Tuesday and spoke with their cult outreach minister. She said she'd put Elaine's name out there, along with Chris, and that anyone connected with a commune or cult named Gerard would be sent to me via e-mail. So I've been checking, but so far, no response.

Well, I'm off to Georgia. See you when I get there!

~Stacie