A Scientology escape saga, which includes serving L. Ron Hubbard a bad meal

 I read this website every day. For a while I even commented (nobs and nobs2). But I’m not particularly good at social interactions and may even have a bit of envy for the camaraderie, so I stopped. Now I’d like to tell a few stories.

My mother got into Scientology in the mid 60s in Phoenix. []