When I can't sleep, I sing a song to myself. And he began to sing a tender, beautiful song about his love for his wife and the nature about him. It was, to him, a familiar melody of long ago. This beautiful, touching interlude occurred on the van on a hot day on Massachusetts Avenue beside a four car taxi stand with scores of cars and trucks streaming past. Rita watched them leave and felt she was better for having met them.
Many foreign visitors come on board the van.
Four young people from England came on board, one of them with elevated blood pressure. Just as we were about to leave Harvard Square on another day an older gentleman from South Africa came on board. He knew of Adventist work in South Africa and was appreciative. A man from Okinawa told Gertrude of his contact with Adventist mission work there. In Harvard Square, a Haitian woman and Rita spoke about Bible truths.