Years and years ago I quit meeting after Sunday meeting for service-by the time everyone got their lunch and out into the territory ( miles away ) you only got a door or two and people were ready to go home.
Awww the memories. Thanks for the reminder e is e. In the old days we would also do rural witnessing where we would take a sack lunch. Street witnessing in downtown Houston also comes to mind when I was a kid. We'd end up at James Coney Island for chili dogs on cold days.