CONCORD, MCLENNAN COUNTY "GOOD EVENING" "MIGHT BE. DEPENDS WHO'S ASKING."

It had been a three hour drive out to Waco, and when I got there my GPS led me completely astray.  It actually led me onto a restricted Air Force base.  I was scrambling to make it to the Concord Baptist Church before the 6 PM Wednesday evening Bible study.  In this part of the country there are two times when people gather together: Sunday morning for church and Wednesday night for Bible study, so this was my one chance to find someone to talk to about Concord in McLennan County.  I had left numerous messages on the church's website and answering machine, but hadn't heard back from anyone. 
I eventually found the church at the end of a rather modest community of mixed residential housing projects.  There was no sign of life at the church, so I drove off to visit the Concord cemetery and get a few pictures.  When I returned to the church at 6:30, it was clear that there was no Bible study tonight.  I took a few more pictures of the exterior and jumped in the car, hungry, tired and frustrated by wasting six hours. 
As I came to the road,  I noticed across the street a guy cleaning out his pickup truck.  
I put the car in park and sauntered slowly across the street. (They have shotguns in Texas.)
I came to the edge of his driveway "Good evening." I tried.
"Might be. Depending on who's asking" came the reply.
Here's my introduction to Junior Garrett and my usual ice-breaking spiel! It got him talking...

The Concord area had all been dairies when Junior's father was a boy.  He father used to gather the milk from the local farms and deliver it by truck into Waco every morning.  He was nine years old.  He didn't have any problems driving, but he couldn't let the engine stop, because the truck had a crank starter and he was too small to turn the crank.

Junior switched from Baptist to Methodist when he left the Concord Baptist Church. When I asked him difference, he replied: "Baptist dunk. Methodists sprinkle."

"I bet them Sudbury girls would know, but I don't know how in the world to get in touch with them." Junior and then his wife tried to give me directions across town to the Sudbury, but it was clear that they didn't really know where they lived.  It was just in their nature to try to be helpful.
I thanked Junior for his time, sat back in the car and the phone rang.  It was Wanda Sudbury.