previous: Chapter 3: The Full-Court Press As I said last time, Snow and I had numerous adventures in our two and a half short months together, most of which once made for great telling at mission reunions. There was the Mattress on Top of the Car, the Evening of Two
previous: Chapter 2: Escape from Canada! So there I am, unable to reenter Canada, closed up in a stuffy office with this pretty young Immigration officer who's staring at me like I'm something from the bottom of the Marianas Trench as I try to explain what&
previous: Chapter 1: Come South, Young Man The bus rolled into Calgary at around six-thirty in the morning. I waited for the transfer bus anxiously in the huge downtown Greyhound station, fearing that someone from the mission would spot me and the game would be up. Now, the way I&
previous: Foreword: A Record in Mine Own Hand It may not surprise you to learn that I was once a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints—dark suit, tie, name tag, short hair, the whole bit. Two entire years spent knocking on doors, from the tender
And I know that the record which I make is true; and I make it with mine own hand; and I make it according to my knowledge. —1 Nephi 1:3 Every word of this is true. I have to make that clear up front, because some of you are
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