Finding Charles Kelleys place turned out to be very difficult. The one lane backroads were difficult to see at night, then my GPS went on the fritz. I pulled off the road to fix it and got stuck.
After a few minutes, I was dug down deep. I fellow pulling a trailer came by and offered his help. We unhitched his trailer, but still couldn't pull my truck out. Some one else came along. Then an off duty volunteer fireman came by. Then an off duty police officer came by. Before you could say grits, there was about 14 people there, all offering their help. I thought that was so cool.
We called Charles from a churches parking lot a quarter of a mile from where we got stuck.
The drove by us and asked us if that was us at the black church. I thought that was funny.
We followed Charles and Renee to their 7 acre plot of land with a double wide on it.