When President announced where I was going, I literally cracked up laughing in the middle of transfers. A while ago I said Frayser was the third-ghettoest area in the mission; and I guess I'm moving up in the world. I'm serving in Orange Mound, downtown East Memphis: proud to be #1, the violent-crime capitol of the United States! I am so excited to ( Read more... )

Bradshaw and I are getting transferred. They say I'm going to be follow-up training a greenie (for real this time), so we'll see what happens there. I'll post my new address tomorrow or Thursday, since I don't know yet where I'm going ( Read more... )

Anticlimactic this week. I stopped being a teenager (technically), which was interesting. Soon we'll all be disaffected twentysomethings, like we've always wanted to be. My bank up in Mountain View sent me a birthday card, signed and everything. They remembered who I was (or faked it pretty well), so to those of you who forgot my birthday: the bank ( Read more... )

My doctor had his hunting dog's pedigree on the wall in his office, in lieu of any credentials ( Read more... )

( It's Christmas In Arky! )

Apparently everyone is still sending letters to the Mountain View apartment. Here is my new address:

Elder Dolan
401 2nd St #321
Conway, AR 72032I haven't got much that I can really explain this week. They say Christmas on your mission is supposed to be tough, but it means so much more to me this year. I met a missionary in Salt Lake who told me, ( Read more... )

Over the course of his mission, Elder Bradshaw has compiled a book called Confound Me Now; basically it's a collection of essays and written arguments between Mormon apologists and anti-Mormon preachers. His older sister left the Church because of her anti boyfriend, so in the course of trying to talk sense into her, he and his dad became ( Read more... )

I need to stop telling you guys what is about to happen to me, because I'm always wrong. One of our greenies in the MTC went home, so we have an odd number of missionaries. You may be aware that odd numbers are not divisible by two, which creates logistical problems for a missionary program that operates "two by two". So plans changed, and I got ( Read more... )

President called Monday morning to tell me Collin was gone. One of those phone calls where you just know something's happened, almost before they speak. He tried awkwardly to do the "you want to talk about it?" thing, but it's not exactly his bag, and I didn't have much of anything to say.

Were you close? Yes. Do you want to tell me about him? I ( Read more... )

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