But I digress: I was looking up the grid (you know, the thing that makes that last bite of cake cone and ice cream a transcendent experience) and came across this odd bit. Used to have Mormons as upstairs neighbors in one of my first apartments in the Richmond.  These folks, they were alright, but their proximity meant an excess of elders my age knocking on our door.  I’d tell them I was down with the story of Joseph Smith (I’m a sucker for myth and history), but that they were wasting their time.  My earnest nature convinced them, and they’d leave.  Also that I’d fix for them large tumblers of scotch as soon as they sat down.
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But I digress: I was looking up the grid (you know, the thing that makes that last bite of cake cone and ice cream a transcendent experience) and came across this odd bit.

Used to have Mormons as upstairs neighbors in one of my first apartments in the Richmond.  These folks, they were alright, but their proximity meant an excess of elders my age knocking on our door.  I’d tell them I was down with the story of Joseph Smith (I’m a sucker for myth and history), but that they were wasting their time.  My earnest nature convinced them, and they’d leave.  Also that I’d fix for them large tumblers of scotch as soon as they sat down.