We have our Monday meetings with field officers in a big meeting hall that happens to be part of an orphanage. The whole place was built well but is starting to fray around the edges. There's a bishop whose purview includes the orphanage; he drives a shiny sedan. I have seen him maybe half a dozen times, shaken his hand and said hi. I have never seen him exit the car. He drives into the compound, parks, opens his window, converses, closes the window and drives away. It's a beautiful car.