One can’t stop in St. James, though, without stopping into Schmidt’s Bakery to get a dozen of the BEST donuts anywhere. (Take it from the fat-n-sassy pastor, I know my donuts, and Schmidt’s ranks up there as one of the best).
Whatever excuse I need to go to Schmidt’s, I’ll take it. And hey, besides my tummy growling, I thought I’d gift my sweetie with a sweet treat for her birthday, and also get a couple of “yum yums” for my friend LaDonna (who loves Schmidt’s donuts even more than I do, if that’s even possible).
Anyway, after satisfying my donut craving, I clicked on the GPS to get me from Schmidt’s to Ronny’s new place. Ron is 95 and just moved into a senior apartment. Since I hadn’t been there before, I had to check which apartment he was in. As I was heading his way, there he was in the lounge, looking right at me. He said, “Pastor, you’re looking a little lost.” Oh my gosh, I laughed so hard.