"If there is a real burning hell, back in 1969 in Atlanta"
Clyde and I were in our 20's and we had our 2-year old boy with us. Mid-week Clyde got sick, it was so hot and humid. He had to stay back at the hotel for the air-conditioning, but dutifully I took our son to the assembly. FINALLY, Sunday morning Clyde said, "We are leaving!" I was shocked as I felt it was our duty to stay for the entire week. But we left and drove up into the mountains of North Carolina, and I can't describe the relief. Clyde almost immediately got better with the cooler mountain air. We've talked about that miserable assembly for years.