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Thursday, April 26, 2007
My God, a protest in Utah!
My favorite Utah story. Setting: Maryland's Eastern Shore, a farmhouse. I'm sitting on the front porch with a woman born and raised in Salt Lake City, though not a Mormon. Ahead stretches a dirt driveway to the highway, where the mail box is located about 100 yards away. Suddenly visible in the distance, two figures with bicycles coming down the driveway. They are very far away -- and yet the woman beside me suddenly exclaims, "Oh my God! Mormon missionaries!" What, what? She tells me the two figures approaching us are Mormon missionaries. They're not yet "an inch tall" -- how can she tell? The bikes. And they wear white shirts. They keep approaching and when they finally arrive, yep, she's right. Mormon missionaries, who weren't impressed when I invited them to join us in gin and tonics. But I was forever impressed that she could spot them from such a distance. Very impressed indeed.
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