Monday, June 19, 2006
Now I really don’t have many issues with someone’s beliefs. The can worship Elvis for all I care. However when your beliefs infringe on my right to shave, well sir that’s when I have a problem.
Take for instance a Saturday afternoon about 25 years ago. The wife was off on errands and I had slept late. I got up, had my coffee and then took a shower and was standing in my all-together shaving my whiskers when I hear the doorbell.
I wrapped a towel around me and went to see who was there. I was hoping it was the Swedish Bikini team, but no. Standing before me are two young fellows both dressed in white shirts and ties and black slacks. One of them had a backpack. I could see their bicycles parked in front of the house.
“Hi there!”, says one of them, “We are here to tell you about the Book of Mormon. Is this a good time to talk?”
I removed my towel and said, “Does it look like it’s a good time to talk?”
Those Mormon guys went scurrying off. Apparently the sight of Boudinot Jr. put the fear of God into them young’uns.