Charleston, SC

July 1973

I moved to Charleston having resigned myself to the fact that I was going to the worst place/ship I could think of. I was no longer depressed about it, but I did feel like had to go and I had to deal with it as best I could. Charleston was a 4 hour drive from Jacksonville which was the center of my universe that included the church I loved, my new girl friend and most of my good friends including Ray.

I spent many weekends driving back and forth between Charleston and Jacksonville finding different adventures not only on the ship but on the drive to and from Jacksonville.

The weekends I did stay in Charleston I went to the largest Pentecostal Church of God in the U.S. It was several hundred people who attended, most of whom were under the age of 12. The Pastor and his wife were from South Africa and very nice people, but the church offered no other fellowship from people my age.