It’s a familiar sight in Maryville — a familiar sight, in fact, in thousands of towns and cities all across the United States — two lanky, clean-cut young men in dress slacks, collared shirts and neckties walk down a residential street carrying satchels, occasionally stopping to ring someone’s doorbell.
In a blue-jean and T-shirt world, the men stick out like roses in a yard full of dandelions, and as they pass most people just automatically think, “There go the Mormon missionaries.”