Why I Don't Like Motorcycles

Gus Roman, third from right
Believed to have been taken before the races on that fateful day.

It was an actual experience only once in my life. The momentous year I turned thirty and had to try some new things, my brother happened to own a motorcycle. He didn't have it very long as I think his wife had something to say about it. After a few moments of instruction, he sent me off on the bike. I cruised around the neighborhood a little only having trouble when I turned and realized that also seemed to rev the accelerator which was on the grip of the handle bar. Going faster as I circled was not a pleasant experience. But I safely slowed and got the bike back to my brother without an accident.

Turning the Hearts and Hands

My Third Grandson - Born this Sabbath Morning

The Spirit of Elijah is to turn the hearts but there is also something about the hands.

Another Crusader for Nader (sorta)

Yes, I cast a protest vote once for Ralph Nader for President. But it was in 1996, not 2000 when it might have made a difference. So don't blame me for eight years of W and Uncle Dick. (I'll leave aside any conjecture as to what disasters we may or may not have faced under Gore/Lieberman).

Trail-Running Joy: Sun to Water

Deuel Creek, Centerville Canyon, Utah from AllTrails

Last Saturday I had a great early morning run clinching for me that I might actually make my segments in the upcoming Wasatch Back Ragnar and not let down the family team. It also came to me in a flash of morning sun over the peaks and the rushing of springtime water that I can also overcome my loss of the Albuquerque trails. I just have to replace the joy of the sun with that of water.

My Friend Went to Hawaii

And all I got was this really great bobble-head president!

An Object Lesson in the Rough

Okay, I'll tell one bishop story. No confidences are revealed and if any one is offended, it's probably one of those "reproving betimes with sharpness" situations.

The "object" of the lesson

There was this Stake youth meeting I was roped into by a Young Women's leader. She said, "Bishop, would you help me out with something in my talk? You may need to take your suit jacket off and roll up your sleeve. Is the back of your shirt ironed?" No one had ever asked me a question like that last one before. So I was already a little befuddled. We iron the backs of shirts in our house. (OK, I admit my wife does much more ironing than I do, but I have been known to wield an iron on rare occasion).

Davis County Democrats: No Longer in Hiding

We had a great time at the Convention yesterday afternoon. We filled the room at Farmington Jr. High. There were 363 delegates sent from precinct caucuses. The speakers commented that it was more than they had seen in 30 years. It was by multitudes more than two years ago when I thought a couple of dozen people could easily stage a coup and run away with the county convention sparsely seated throughout the auditorium at Layton High.

We opened yesterday with some cute, little, Girl Scouts doing the flag ceremony and we joined them in singing "America the Beautiful." A woman with a big silver cross gave a nice, Protestant invocation. The MC rambled and brought enough bad jokes of the Mormon High Councilor variety to make all us LDS Dems as uncomfortable as in any Third-Sunday Sacrament meeting.