At least Deacons aren't showing up

with blue envelopes.

Letter today in my mailbox, addressed to me, reads:

"Hi,

I'm in the Twentieth Ward that meets at 11am at the chapel on Second Ave. and G Street. I've just been called as coordinator for the activities (aid & resources) for the Singles age 31 and older. It's a undefinable job and my only qualification is that I can cook and own snowmobiles. I hope that enough skill for the job. (The Bishop has concern for your age group and thinks that's as good a recommendation as any.)

I don't exactly know who you all are. I hope to remedy that. With that end, [Name Withheld] and I want to start making the rounds to meet you all, and maybe get some ideas, recruits and preference. (I'm hoping that MYOB isn't the most prevalent one.)

Well, looking forward to that time, I'll close. Call if you want input before I get to you.

Thanks,

[Name and phone number withheld.]"

Two questions, WHO TURNED ME IN? and Who wants to go snowmobiling with the over 30s? Anyone?

Today's Song: Sweet and Low, Augustana