One day in an automotive galaxy far, far, away . . . okay, so it was in the 70s . . . The father of a guy I knew sold me a Chevy Impala for $75.
One year ago . . . 7:22 am Here I sit at my desk, facing a full day of nothing to do.
Got up early, grabbed my lunch and caught the bus- but I can’t sleep, because even this early in the day, the beat-up school bus is packed with youth.
Tuesday afternoon we stopped by Dr. Moscoso’s place. Fonnesbeck (my missionary companion at the time), wanted to be reimbursed for a Bible the good doctor had purchased from him weeks earlier.
John Widstoe’s autobiography…
Feb 22, 2011 Drove to Anaheim in a blur- I was listening to music the whole time.
August 17, 2009 And so the first day of summer Scout camp at Camp Alpine draws to a close. I didn’t want to come, mainly because it would mean a week’s worth of lost sleep and unemployment benefits- but once I got here it became quite pleasurable.