My sister Dena (this is Douglass again) has been helping this local Band called Avenue. She will be a back-up singer, a soloist, and has basically become their band manager. The band often play at a "club" called Mojo's. Mojo's is this strange place with tons of local art, lots of broken toys, and markers that are almost out of ink. The sound mixing is horrible... The guitars and bass and drums are too loud and the microphones are far too quiet. Mojo's is across the street from the Ogden Temple. Now, I don't know how many of you are aware, but the Ogen Temple is not in the best part of Ogden. Needless to say, Dena doesn't like going to Ogden by herself. So, I come with her. That way Bryan can stay home with the kids. The band members are very sensitive to Dena's needs as a mother. So they always play really late at night. That way Dena can usually put her kids to bed. So I go as Dena's body guard. (Can you imagine me as a body guard? Weird.) After the most recent performance at Mojo's, I was taking Dena back to her house. I was in a hurry because it was nearly 2:30 in the morning... but I wasn't too much of a hurry. After turning left onto Main street in Clearfield, I was very surprised to find that there was a policeman behind me with his lights on. I pulled over. The policeman came to my window and asked if I knew why he had pulled me over. I told him that I had no idea. He asked what the speed on the road is. I told him that it was 50. He then informed me that it changes from 50 to 35. The policeman dissappeared into his car for a while. He came back and told me that he was only going to give me a warning. Relieved, I took Dena back to her house and started for home. I drove - being extra careful to observe the speed limit - back to Bountiful. I got off the freeway and quickly noticed three police cars on the side of 5th south. As I came closer, I noticed more police cars. Some cones were blocking off the road and I was waved by a policeman onto the side of the road. The policeman asked me if I had been drinking, though he couldn't smell any alcohol. I told him that I had not, unless he counted Pepsi. (I love cherry Pepsi.) He said that if he was to arrest me for drinking Pepsi that, if he were me, he would not be happy. I laughed a sort of nervous laugh as he waved me back onto 5th south. I looked back and quickly counted how many police cars there really were. I could see at least 15 cars, a large trailor, but Taco Bell got in the way. I'm fairly certain there were more. While I was driving towards our apartment, I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was. I got pulled over twice in one night and didn't get at ticket either time. At church a week ago, Stephanie told a lady in our ward about this. Her name is Michelle Mc Laughlin. She works for the highway partol. So she knew everything that went down that night. She said they made 16 arrests.
That was teh end o my story, and now I would like to tell another. I am home from church because I am sick. I've been asleep all day. I just turned on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to keep me company. Woodstock immediately perked up and started chirping. He keeps flapping his wings as fast as he can. Not only that, but as I was typing the last sentance, he came out of his cage. He doesn't come out much and he keeps making happy chirps. Our bird is cute. And he just ran back into his cage. I looked at him... but he's still chirping happilly because of the movie. We also learned that he likes the X-files (convienient eh?), Transformers, sports, when we brush our teeth, and the flushing of the toilet. Other than that, he likes to keep to himself.
12 years ago
