A City Boy Goes to the Country as a Methodist Minister

One Friday afternoon late in November of 1954 as I was leaving Dallas on Hwy 75 to go to my charge at Chatfield and Tupelo, I got behind a long, long line of cars. It was terrible. I finally discovered that we were stacked up behind a vehicle that was going very slow. Little by little the cars were getting around him. When it was my time to go around, I realized it was Leo Sands who was one of my…