I’ve got a bone to pick with CBS. And it’s a big one. We’re talking dinosaur-sized bone here. Brontosaurus femur bone, maybe. The subject of my ire, dear reader, is the May 1 episode of the CBS crime-solving drama “Cold Case.” Now, I don’t watch a lot of television. In fact, I’ve never seen “Cold…
Poor elder’s quorum president. Here’s the guy whose sad job it is to get up every Sunday during priesthood opening exercises and ask for volunteers. The ward, it seems, always needs them. The sisters need someone to set up tables and chairs for a relief society dinner. The stake needs ushers for stake conference. The…
Why do people write anti-Mormon literature? What motivates them to set aside so much of their valuable personal time and exhaust so much of their energy to write books or pamphlets that attack and vilify the LDS Church? Do they really find us that threatening? NOTE: I’m not talking about books that disagree with our…
I have long legs. Long, lanky, trip-over-myself legs. Imagine a pair of telephone poles covered in dirty denim, and you get a pretty good idea what the bottom half of me looks like. Of course, put a tee shirt on that pole and you get a pretty good idea what the top half of me…
I recently saw a homeless man holding a cardboard sign that read, “Need Money for Booze.” I’m not joking. Rather than claim to be a Vietnam vet or a disabled person or simply in need of help, this guy chose to be shamelessly candid. “I’m an alcoholic and I need a drink.” His thinking, I…
It’s been a big year for Joseph Smith. For starters, it’s the bicentennial of his birth. That’s two hundred years for those of you unfamiliar with century-counting language. Three hundred years is what, tricentennial? And four hundred years is, golly I don’t know … quartet-centennial? I bet you don’t know either. Which makes me realize:…
