I took a job as a Western Union bicycle messenger. Whether I did a lot of short runs or a few long runs, I seemed to average about 40 miles each day delivering telegrams.
I got a small black & white Polaroid camera. I remember creating a fake photo of a UFO by making a double exposure of the City Hall clock tower and the ceiling lights in the back hall where I worked. It made it appear there were three flying saucers hovering over the City Hall.
I don't remember how I was introduced to the Salvation Army, but the fact that they had a short list of beliefs that I could agree to had to be the main selling point. I took a course to familiarize myself with the doctrines I would need to believe before signing up as a member of the church. The local groups in the Salvation Army are called Corps and the leaders are called officers. The local "minister" is the Captain.
Although I later found that the Salvation Army was not what I was looking for, it was a temporary resting place where I could continue to study and grow for a while.
I learned to play the B-flat horn, like a small tuba. I played with a small band for church functions and on the street. I also played a guitar.
I began feeling an attraction for a young lady in the Corps who used crutches. Another young lady who was the first's friend had begun a serious "crush" on me, so they conspired to win my affection for the second young lady. It worked. Sandy Hewitt and I began our own mutual admiration society. Sandy was Catholic but visited with her friend at the Corps meetings.
Sandy joined me at a Salvation Army picnic at Detroit Lake. I tried out my camera taking photos of waterskiers through a pair of binoculars with limited but interesting success.