@Roberta,
Oh, yeah. People from many churches. I haven't collected the names.
Not so much food places from my past in other cities.
I call them church loons, though I can imagine being one. After all, I sold girl scout cookies.
Last thing I'd do is answer my door, especially at night.
Well, y'know, I'm from Venice, and my husband had lived through a home invasion as a teen in south LA, and our street was a good walk street to get from West Washington (then, street has new name, Abbot Kinney) to Lincoln.
Good real estate now, but redlined when we tried to buy.
And me, I have lifetime had certain fragilities re vision. We had events on our porch, but also watched the door.
A few years ago now, I had massive pounding on my front door here, 4 a.m.
I was not only naked or just tee shirted but wildly against answering the door.
Found my bathrobe, gave in and answered -
my neighbor's house was on fire.
I joined the neighbors watching the fire department handle stuff.
I'm friends with that neighbor now, at least somewhat. We like each other's dogs and she helped me with water recently. It was the heater.
Hah, Katy is a plus on this, such a WOOF.