Prodigal Dad's Mormon 'stuff'

by | Aug. 21, 2012

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When I was young, growing up in what I would learn later was the Mormon corridor, I invited a friend to my house to play. This was not something I usually did because I was not one of the kids cool enough to have friends over.

Glenn walked into the house and the first thing he wanted to do was compare our dinosaur collections which, for me, took less than a minute. I was not interested in dinosaurs, but I was interested in having a friend, and the latter meant having the former in my book.

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