When I was at BYU, I found the bus service quite convenient. Then I noticed that — since I was living maybe ten or twelve blocks from campus — I could just walk, and that was even better! :D]]>
Some days I feel like Lamonte, as if I’m 27 years older than me. Other days I act as if I’m 27 years younger than me.
It all evens out in the end.]]>
Thanks for sharing the story. It’s amazing how clever we all thought we were when we were young college students and now time and experience helps understand reality. I love to hear Bishop Edgley talk. He has that twangey pronunciation so typical of folks who grew up in small towns along the Wasatch Front, even though he went on to achieve many great things in the business world. My recollection is that he grew up in Preston, Idaho which is just 30 miles from my hometown of Malad, Idaho. He once mentioned in a talk the disgusting little gymnasium at Malad where we still basketball when I was growing up even though I’m about 27 years older than me. (They built a new gym about 20 years ago.) Bishop Edgley helps remind my of another falacy of my youth. When I was growing up we were arch enemies with Preston. We HATED everything about their school teams and we were sure that devil was their school principal. Since high school I have met a host of people from Preston and found them to be among the best people I know. I hope they feel the same way about the folks from Malad.
I love Bishop Edgley’s talks and a story he told in a past conference became useful and I borrowed it when I spoke at the funeral of a friend several years ago. The story is about his advice to a young man when he asked “what does it mean to be a man?” Thanks for reminding us of what good folks we have in the leadership of the church.]]>