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
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
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
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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