The summer after I graduated from college, I was about to be drafted, so I got a job as a machine operator on the Milwaukee Road. Pat and I got an apartment in C.R. not too far from that church. We spent the summer nights looking around the town, on the weekends, in a park, listening to Sousa concerts, and generally ignoring the rest of the world. I love that town.
(Barbarian checks)
It is Maple Grove United Methodist Church.