tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87430601965970208472024-03-13T13:20:51.518-07:00Coe's Katrina MissionThis is the blog documenting the Coe College alternative spring break mission to Gulfport, MS. Fifteen faculty/staff and 45 students will be spending a week helping Gulfport residents continue to rebuild their community and their lives.Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-25544725904826310162006-05-15T14:32:00.000-07:002007-05-19T16:42:33.336-07:00Gulfport Revisited<strong>by Kristin Hutson</strong><br /><br />I have just arrived home from a second trip down to Gulfport for hurricane relief. Joining me on the trip were Ashley VanDyke `05, Kate Taber `06, Jen McArdle `08 and Scott Pateros `09. We made the drive down in one LONG day, arriving at the Orange Grove PDA Camp at 2 a.m. last Monday (May 8). So as to not wake anyone at the camp, we slept on the church floor. Here are some reflections about what has changed or not changed since our March trip:<br /><br />First of all, while much is the same at the camp, much has changed. The large tents where most of the students stayed have been moved to the very back corner of the camp, near the campfire. This serves to open up the center of the camp, extending the football field several yards up the hill. The sinks, showers, and "daytime" port-a-potties that were in the front of the camp near the church have been moved to the very top of the hill, behind the "nighttime" port-a-potties, to the left of the tool sheds. The showers have been much improved with two separate "buildings:" one for women and one for men. Each individual shower has a dressing room with a built in bench and hook. The water is warm on demand and there is no real risk of running out of warm water (I am not sure why this is, but it is). They were in the middle of setting up an air conditioning system for all the pods while we were there and in anticipation of a very warm and humid summer (it was about 80 during the day and about 60 in the evening during our visit). All of the three-person pods are still located in the same place as before.<br /><br />The eating-gathering-meeting white tent is pretty much the same – with the new set up that was done during our March trip by one of our crews. While meals are still being prepared in the fellowship hall, the finishing touches on a new stand-alone kitchen were being made while we were in camp. That kitchen is located behind the white tent and is in a wood building. It will have all new appliances. The camp director no longer works out of the fellowship hall, but instead, has her own tent adjacent to the white tent. PDA is trying to give the church back to the church and function independently (in a way) from the church, hence, all the moving back away from the church property. <br /><br />Our week at camp was very different this time – mostly because there were only 20 of us in camp. In addition to our team of five, there was a team of five from Seattle, and a team of seven Americorps volunteers who are there for several months. We got to know everyone fairly well and we enjoyed the intimacy and sort of low-key environment – but we missed the energy of a full camp! Devotions took place in the church and there was no morning meditation. Our team had two projects: the first day we painted a woman's room and then the rest of the week, we finished drywalling a woman's two front rooms. Both projects were in Gulfport. We were also responsible for cooking one dinner and one breakfast. We thought our enchiladas turned out great, and so did our scrambled eggs and bacon. You will be interested to know that there was no oatmeal all week!<br /><br />As far as comparing then and now, the biggest thing I noticed was that rather than seeing a whole street of collapsed houses in varying degrees of devastation, you are more apt to see a whole street of empty lots (not clean lots, just no more houses). There are still very few houses being rebuilt, and other than the casinos, there are really no commercial buildings being rebuilt either. The churches on highway 90 look like no one has touched them since March and the beaches (with some exceptions) still are littered with junk and debris. Businesses in downtown Gulfport seemed to be coming back to life, including a diner we ate lunch at one day. Business north of Interstate 10 are recovering well, although the Taco Bell near the camp is still closed and most establishments are closing early due to lack of employees. There are help wanted signs everywhere.<br /><br />Traffic is still crazy, the bridges are still out, blue tarps still scatter the neighborhoods, and people are definitely worried about the upcoming hurricane season.<br /><br />We remain in awe of the massive amount of work that still needs to be done and wonder how in the world things will ever "get back to normal."<br /><br />Thank you again for your participation in the March trip. I hope you will seriously consider returning to the region as the work seems endless. Please know that all it takes to volunteer is to call PDA at 866-732-6121 or visit the Web site and register online. Anyone can register at anytime, no matter what the size of your group. <a href="http://www.pcusa.org/pda/teams/sites.htm#hurricane">http://www.pcusa.org/pda/teams/sites.htm#hurricane</a><br /><br />If you want to go back to Orange Grove, specify that to PDA when registering. Then, all you have to do is get yourself down to the coast. So, why not gather some friends and/or family and commit a week of your summer to as week of service? (My family is tossing around the idea of a family service trip over winter break.....how cool would it be to turn a summer family reunion into a service opportunity!!!)<br /><br /><em>Kristin Hutson is chaplain and director of religious life at Coe College.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-25860616399221508892006-04-25T23:22:00.000-07:002007-05-19T16:43:29.528-07:00Accolades For Coe’s Katrina Trip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhNgWBa-DL-8ofMXvE18JT-qCp8fvLQCIHABcNLqJWkM_CQsWHOHGIloiYtCiFsvSRC5KIp9-0hK3BPxYiKKO5H30pAKisv8KVNy6qXeD4xnvpiZBidUnkgFLqpFFV92CH4swU0_kMJAQ/s1600-h/042106courier.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhNgWBa-DL-8ofMXvE18JT-qCp8fvLQCIHABcNLqJWkM_CQsWHOHGIloiYtCiFsvSRC5KIp9-0hK3BPxYiKKO5H30pAKisv8KVNy6qXeD4xnvpiZBidUnkgFLqpFFV92CH4swU0_kMJAQ/s320/042106courier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066420261221562722" /></a><br /><br /><br />It wasn’t exactly the Pulitzer Prize, as won by the Sun Herald in Biloxi and Gulfport for its coverage of Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath, but Coe’s alternative Spring Break service mission to the Gulf Coast was well represented at the annual Leadership Convocation on April 18.<br /><br />The trip received the Outstanding Community Service Award and several participants took home individual honors.<br /><br />Among faculty and staff, Business Professor Barb Larew was named the Outstanding Faculty Mentor. College Chaplain Kristin Hutson won the Diversity Staff Advocacy Award and was nominated for the Outstanding Staff Mentor Award, as was Reservations Coordinator Tammy Edwards. Math Professor Kent Herron received the Outstanding Philanthropic Contribution Award for his financial support of the trip.<br /><br />Among student participants, Jase Jensen received the Kohawk Spirit Award and was nominated for the Outstanding Senior Award and the Leadership Award for Campus Commitment. Chelsie Reifschneider was also nominated for the Outstanding Senior Award and Steph Beecher was nominated for the Outstanding Sophomore Award.<br /><br />Kaitlin Emig and Susan Pelechek represented the Katrina trip as graduates of Coe’s Crimson Leadership Program.<br /><br />Meanwhile, the trip is the cover story for the spring issue of the Coe Courier. Click <a href="http://www.coe.edu/aboutcoe/pubs/courier.htm">here</a> to view the magazine.Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-68236834587851904682006-04-02T22:04:00.000-07:002007-05-19T16:36:40.188-07:00Katrina’s Footprints<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivhHxtvbi_Z1DEHglXQ-lQRPZ2Clmtr6TGCP1JjPp46wDwRMYIqbJHoQO2XAIFMG1xYxEbjvhH_Lro_nXwscZWdM4nX92vhie3GFFYPGh1opKoNq43SqOzk6r_N7W5jEw9hEStoEvCfLb/s1600-h/Hannah.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivhHxtvbi_Z1DEHglXQ-lQRPZ2Clmtr6TGCP1JjPp46wDwRMYIqbJHoQO2XAIFMG1xYxEbjvhH_Lro_nXwscZWdM4nX92vhie3GFFYPGh1opKoNq43SqOzk6r_N7W5jEw9hEStoEvCfLb/s320/Hannah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066419647041239378" /></a><br /><br /><strong>by Hannah Ross-Suits</strong><br /><br />when the water started to rise<br />it carried giant rolls of brown paper from the factory<br />they shoved against the foundation of the house,<br />pushed it into the backyard,<br />six<br />feet<br />back<br /><br />the water inside rose to three feet<br />and only left after eight hours<br />soaking the walls,<br />encouraging the toxic mold<br />which grew up the walls and onto the ceiling,<br />up<br />that<br />high<br /><br />the water littered trash and stones all over the backyard,<br />front yard<br />inside the house and under it<br />the debris wrecked the sidewalk,<br />and what was left of the foundation,<br />mortar<br />and<br />brick<br /><br />the water stained the entire house<br />all the neighborhood and town<br />all the people,<br />though they refuse to give up;<br />they will rebuild and put<br />lives<br />back<br />together<br /><br />before the water, the house had four entry steps<br />but with the house on its new foundation<br />six feet back,<br />back into the backyard<br />the<br />steps<br />lead<br />nowhere<br /><br /><em>Hannah Ross-Suits is a Coe College senior from Grants Pass, Ore., majoring in history and philosophy.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-37493841926922861932006-03-22T00:18:00.001-08:002007-05-19T16:33:45.567-07:00Lasting Impressions<strong>by Amber Czizek</strong><br /><br /><strong>Highs</strong> <br /><br />Seeing the look in Emma's eyes everyday when she and David would come to see what we had gotten done. I also could not have enjoyed the people that I was around anymore than I did. The people on this trip were amazing. <br /><br />My van was one of the best parts – including Steven Shelby, Quinton Clay and Anne Chapman, who where some of the most remarkable people I've ever met. And I can't forget Tammy Edwards on my crew, who I always had great conversations with. Last, my pod, which was full of wonderful people and we were really sorry for waking everyone up around 6 a.m. on the first day at camp.<br /><br /><strong>Lows</strong><br /><br />The only bad part about this trip was realizing why we were there. These people lost so much and we could only do a little in a week. I just wish there was more time.<br /><br /><em>Amber Czizek is a Coe College freshman from Des Moines, Iowa, majoring in biology.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-81118142831489763262006-03-22T00:17:00.001-08:002007-05-19T12:07:38.109-07:00At a Loss For Words<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lIjmTgwZ-NdX4ICpxSiOAAnHbuB3ZpmHfOspKzRBMlAIDnisH0R_LxO7BiDCB6ioj3wZINsS4M0wFaPZxP-1bXnajcLPUPqscBAsixbMpZMdyRrFvGLQlNXlljPp2eAoTBph8D1V101v/s1600-h/Diana.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lIjmTgwZ-NdX4ICpxSiOAAnHbuB3ZpmHfOspKzRBMlAIDnisH0R_LxO7BiDCB6ioj3wZINsS4M0wFaPZxP-1bXnajcLPUPqscBAsixbMpZMdyRrFvGLQlNXlljPp2eAoTBph8D1V101v/s320/Diana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066350214599932226" /></a><br /><strong>by Diana Buresh</strong><br /><br />I have been at a loss for words since the morning we started this adventure. Putting my thoughts and emotions in writing is very hard for me. I feel blessed that I was allowed the opportunity to share a part of the lives of those I went with and those I served and who served me. I was given hope and faith from all who's actions and words showed me their is more good in people than I have come to believe. If I ever get the chance to do something like this again, I will in a heartbeat.<br /><br /><em>Diana Buresh is office manager and student worker supervisor for Coe’s Academic Computing Office.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-34610973870113204562006-03-09T22:28:00.000-08:002007-05-24T08:26:57.031-07:00Reflections<strong>by Robert Fox</strong><br /><br />March 8, 2006 – As we drive today I reflect on the last few days and feel that today was the most rewarding – we were able to help set up the camp to have enough spots for all the Hillel volunteers. If our groups have been able to get week-long jobs done in two days, I have to wonder how much those 450 people can get done in three weeks.<br /><br />There is a part of me that is highly tempted to find out if I can come down here for two months during the summer. I want to be able to work with these people and help motivate and organize groups in the camp site and the work sites. I’m surprised by the fact that my working as hard as I can actually motivates people, and that’s a fact I’m thankful for because other than saying “keep it up, you’re doing great” and similar phrases, I’m not much of a cheerleader.<br /><br />I’m conflicted on my feelings about the damage I see. On the one hand, I can see the terrible losses that these people have experienced and know that this is a massive heartache even for those who came through relatively unscathed. On the other hand, and maybe because I’ve followed this story or because I see that there is still life here, there is still hope and I’ve seen places with neither anymore.<br /><br /><em>Robert Fox is a Coe College senior from East Troy, Wis., majoring in biology and philosophy. </em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-53158179463262587892006-03-09T11:06:00.000-08:002007-05-24T08:28:42.346-07:00Top This<strong>by Quinton Clay</strong><br /><br />March 8, 2006 – Today our group of 10 completed our first task. Affectionately dubbing ourselves the “Top This” roofing company, I found irony in the selfless spirits and the professional work ethic.<br /><br />Led by Jon Oswood, the six woman and three man crew successfully stripped, tarred and shingled the roof for an 81-year-old woman named Aida, who has lived in Mississippi since 1976. Aida and her son, Walter, were caught in their Biloxi home during Hurricane Katrina. Walter put his mother in the attic of their one-story home as the water rose. He later joined her, equipped with a hammer and a crow bar in case he needed to break through the roof to escape.<br /><br />I was glad to see the pride and dedication of my group – Jon and Carter Oswood, Gayle Dunlap, Clayton Niewoehner, Kyle Scheer, Haley Pins, Cara Cavanaugh, Katie Elliott Stephanie Beecher and me. After swiftly progressing during a challenging day one, members of the group immediately expressed interest in staying with our project from start to finish.<br /><br />I truly believe that each of us was touched by the thankfulness and appreciation shown by Aida and Walter.<br /><em><br />Quinton Clay is a Coe College admission counselor.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-12101624763062667612006-03-06T19:21:00.000-08:002007-05-22T06:47:13.905-07:00Building Home Base<strong>by Kendra Grams</strong><br /><br />March 6, 2006 – This week the camp has approximately 90 residents. Next week that number rises to 150. Thus, the camp has to be expanded and we were the first in the Coe group to help with that task.<br /><br />We worked on tasks as varied as rocking the drive and clearing brush to provide summer volunteers with a shady area. We also spread wood chips and put up an electrical pole. Then we cleaned out storage tents, dried everything in the sun, moved the tents to make room for a more permanent kitchen, and put everything back in the tents.<br /><br />As expected, I ache. I rested for 15 minutes before even working up the energy to shower. Then when I finally made it to the shower, I greatly enjoyed my "Navy shower." I was actually happy that the hot water was delayed.<br /><br />When Kristin returned she offered us a ride to the coast, just to see the destruction. Perhaps it should be described as elimination. Entire houses are simply gone. Ironically, a row of churches have intact steeples, while their entire main floors are gone. The balcony of the First Baptist Church seems to be hanging from nothing while in its Sunday school wing you could pick out the old costume corner that now is strewn amongst the rubble. Speechless. Tearless. I don’t know how to react. Part of me just can’t.<br /><br /><em>Kendra Grams is a Coe College senior from Hastings, Neb., majoring in biology and German studies.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-19430623169555157182006-03-05T19:13:00.000-08:002007-05-24T08:31:10.257-07:00Pre-cleanup Thoughts on Selflessness<strong>by Lindsey Buchheit</strong><br /><br />March 5, 2006 -- After one full day of driving (or shall I say, sleeping) and a night in the Presbyterian Church sandwiched in our sleeping bags, I feel so far away from Iowa. The weather is warmer, the speaking style is considerably “twangier” and all feels fresh.<br /><br />Iowa is just the far-off homeland, that adventureless place we will return to at the end of our ambitious excursion.<br /><br />Everything that has happened up until this point is, while I am on this trip, extraneous. I find the irony in how all-important factors such as the timely completion of Modern Poetry papers has all be faded into insignificance. However, I’m not all that shocked: it’s being replaced with an agenda of TRUE, real-life significance.<br /><br />This is not to say that school does not have real-life significance, just that we are now preparing to participate in work that’s really affecting the lives of others for the better – in other words, we have a non-selfish agenda. In the daily grind of school, we focus on our own personal advancement. For one week, we are all focusing on the well-being of those besides ourselves. And this, despite slight anxiety resulting from simply not knowing exactly what we’re going to be facing, is refreshing.<br /><br />Now, as we’re rolling down the highway in northern Mississippi with only about five hours until our arrival at the work base in Gulfport, a calm feeling of well-being is overtaking the slight anxiety. Iowa is so far away. I am here not to focus on myself, but to focus on others. I’m with 59 other individuals who are here to do the same. And it feels good.<br /><br /><em>Lindsey Buchheit is a Coe College junior from Fort Atkinson, Iowa, majoring in English and public relations.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-18089216254524934322006-03-05T19:11:00.000-08:002007-05-22T06:49:56.562-07:00Leading the Pack<strong>by Lonnie Zingula</strong><br /><br />March 5, 2006 -- Screaming down Interstate 55 en route from Memphis to Gulfport, Van-tasia leads the Coe caravan for the second day in a row, or so it seems. Somehow, after seemingly leading this amazing race for most of Saturday, with our partners Van-imal House in hot pursuit, we were the second group to arrive in Memphis.<br /><br />I blame one too many pit stops. They tell me it’s not a race, but it will be no surprise to my family that I treat it otherwise.<br /><br />Our brief stay in Memphis was a nice reward for the week ahead. The Idlewild Presbyterian Church was a gracious host for the evening and I can’t imagine finer accommodations for the money – $25 for the entire group. We’ll stay there again Friday – if they’ll have us back – on our return trip.<br /><br />Shortly after arriving in Memphis we unleashed the students on Beale Street with the simple instructions to meet us at the appointed place at 11:50 p.m. I’m pleased to report that everyone was present and accounted for without incident. I think that speaks to the character of the people who would sign up for such a mission, as well as Coe students in general. <br /><br />Group leaders were treated by College Chaplain Kristin Hutson to a fine dinner at Isaac Hayes’ restaurant. Thanks Kristin! I savor the Memphis barbeque and suspect it will have to sustain me for a few days.<br /><br />While meals will be provided at the workcamp in Gulfport, I’m keeping my expectations low so not to be disappointed. Likewise, we’ll have shelter and showers at Orange Grove Presbyterian Church, but I don’t expect any comforts of home.<br /><br />As we make our way through Mississippi, my mind wanders back and forth between inconsequential things – like whether Mississippi’s own Brett Favre will retire or return for another season as quarterback of the Green Bay Packers – and the unknown – like the week ahead.<br /><br />My excitement about the important mission we are about to embark on is tempered by anxiety over things I cannot control – like the emotions we’ll feel and the group dynamic that will develop as we lend our hands to the massive Hurricane Katrina relief and recovery effort.<br /><br />More on that in the days ahead.<br /><br /><em>Lonnie Zingula is associate director of marketing and public relations at Coe College.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-30659673600749495942006-03-05T08:46:00.000-08:002007-05-19T11:39:41.207-07:00First Impressions<strong>by Robert Fox</strong><br /><br />March 5, 2006 – Today we began to see the extent of the damage from the storm. As we got within 150 miles of the coast, it seemed that the damage from the storm began to be apparent. <br /><br />Trees blown over, snapped at the base and pulled out of the ground were the first signs of damage. After that it was leftover debris that had been washed inland, and cars and a few businesses and homes that had been damaged. The area was of the type I recognized too well – areas of such poverty that it is impossible to tell what was destroyed before vs. after the storm.<br /><br />We got into a town along the coast where the extent and range of the damage was much more apparent. At least once a mile there was a business that still had damage (the rest of the shopping center to which the Big K-Mart was attached was demolished) although it was more common for the businesses to have just cut their losses and leave.<br /><br />When we got to the coast we found that there was still debris on the beach, some of which were items that were obviously the tattered remains of people’s lives. Along the shore there was a headless doll body floating in oil contaminated water and a place where people had set fire to the remnants of the dock to make a fire and lift a few beers behind from what may have been their farewell to their homes.<br /><br />What used to be a state highway had collapsed into the ocean; an avenue of what used to be bars and restaurants was now 50 yards of sand between the foot-high remnant of the sea wall and the empty, storm-beaten houses up the ridge; and, on the last standing bits of the former dock, a tattered American flag waving in the ocean breeze. The destruction is even worse for how much was completely removed without any ability to tell what was there before.<br /><br />The loss, powerlessness, and hopelessness felt by these people is going to be hard to really get a grip on completely. But I hope I can help a great deal, and maybe, by working and filling my week with toil, I can forget about my own problems while helping others.<br /><br /><em>Robert Fox is a Coe College senior from East Troy, Wis., majoring in biology and philosophy.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743060196597020847.post-48979020456044529382006-02-28T11:37:00.000-08:002007-05-20T09:02:24.505-07:00Serving With a Blind Heart<strong>by Quinton Clay</strong><br /><br />When I originally heard about the disaster created by Hurricane Katrina, my heart went out to all of the people whose lives would be forever changed. My mind went back to the floods of ’93, when the Mississippi River flooded in several areas, including Iowa. At the time I was living in Des Moines, where I grew up, and I can remember being without water in our house, standing in lines to get rationed water, and heating the water we were able to get on the stove for bathing.<br /><br />I can remember all of the volunteers shown on TV, who were out helping their neighbors and even going to other communities and setting up sandbags. I was too young to go out and help at the time but I admired the spirit of the people. I also remember realizing I didn't see all of those volunteers coming out with sandbags and cameras to my community and some of other “less attractive” communities in the city. We all experienced the same trauma, the same losses; but those who let racial prejudice and classism divide them during ideal weather didn't change during the disaster.<br /><br />I am going on this trip with a blind heart, willing to serve. I don't know the people in the Gulfport area. I don't know their social class and I don't know their ethnic backgrounds. All that I know is those people need help and whatever I can do is exactly what I will do. We are departing only a few days following the conclusion of the nationally recognized Black History Month. We have just celebrated and honored those who unselfishly sacrificed to create a society of caring people – caring without parameters, bias, or division – and already some have gone back to their regular, divided lives. <br /><br />In the same spirit of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and all those who played a role in the Civil Rights movement, I am going on this trip to help my brothers and my sisters. These people don’t have to look like me, they just need help. This is the spirit of love, unity and remembrance. This is an opportunity for all of us who are volunteering our time and energy, to honor those who fought for a unified people.<br /><br />This is my chapter and selfless contribution to the cause. This is something all of us can do way down in Gulfport, Mississippi – and in Cedar Rapids, Iowa!<br /><br /><em>Quinton Clay is a Coe College admission counselor.</em>Lonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334199966928005513noreply@blogger.com