What I Do For Fun

As you know, the BYU-Utah game is going to be played in a week and a half. At work, I sent out this e-mail:

All:

Last year was the first year of the BYU/Utah Haiku and
Limerick contest. Although I promised a prize, I never actually bought
one. This year I did. If the winner of this year’s contest is a Utah
fan, he or she will receive a 4 CD set of music entitled Happy Days ‘60s---the
last decade of Utah dominance in the rivalry. If the winner of this year’s
contest is a BYU fan, he or she will win a 3 CD set of music entitled Ultimate
‘80s---the decade in which all BYU fans are still living. Anyone who is
not a fan of either team or is a fan of both may choose between the CD
sets. All are welcome to come to my office to view the
prizes.

Now to the contest. . .

Anyone in
the firm may submit any number of poems in a haiku and limerick format which
will be judged on form, wit, and style. The entries must be submitted
before game time next Saturday.

To better approximate the current
state of college football, any entry from the east side of the office (I have
arbitrarily determined that the east side means anyone east of, but not
including, Eric Johnson’s and Bryan Bryner’s offices) will get preferential
treatment. Additionally, I will ask two other volunteers to be judges with
me. They will each rank the poems from 1 to 25. I will prepare a
spreadsheet that weighs each of the judges’ rankings depending upon my
subjective judgment of the validity of each of the rankings. Additionally,
I have determined that anyone who has practiced for more than fifteen years or
has an office immediately adjacent to such a person will be classified as a
Poetry Championship Series attorney who will get preferential treatment in the
prize determination as well.

I have not had the time to perfect my
spreadsheet but will do so before the prizes are given. Trust me. I
know poetry better than you do.

I have received more than 20 entries so far.

These are two of the poems I submitted:

There is a school to the North wearing red
Who screams about having no cred’.
A BCS bowl?
Nice and lofty end goal.
Try covering BYU receivers instead.

There once were three lawyers at work
Whose assertions made other folks smirk,
“Katy, Matthew, and Dan,
Try hard as you can,
We won’t take Ute tickets as perks.”

I love starting these things. It makes office morale high and we have lots of fun.

Veteran's Day

About six month's ago---I'm not sure of the day but I know it was before Memorial Day---I was flying back from a trip out of state and picked up a couple of magazines to read on the flight. In one of the magazines---it was either Time or Newsweek---there was a story about the plight of soldier's families who are left at home to fend for themselves while their father or mother is deployed overseas. After I quickly thumbed past the article to begin reading another, I felt a very significant pang of guilt. You see, the reason I wanted to look past it was I didn't want to deal with it.

Quite frankly, I was disappointed in myself and quite shocked. The fact that I was the son of a career military man who watched my dad leave hom twice while serving in two different overseas venues,that my brother is currently active duty and has been overseas a number of times, and my brother-in-law is a veteran who was stationed in the desert during Desert Storm makes me particularly ashamed. I know the sacrifice that families make for their soldier parents. I have felt the loneliness that a child feels when his dad is gone. I know the worry that is in the heart of every family.

In fact, at the beginning of the most recent Iraqi war, I watched a Nightline episode about the deploying of National Guard troops. The episode ended with the soldiers marching away. As they were leaving, from the background the sound of a young boy's voice saying, "I love you, Dad," ended the show. I literally cried for most of the night. It was like all of the anxieties I had felt as a young boy that had been buried underneath all of those years came out. (The thought of it is making me cry now.)

Why then did I look past the article? Why would I do that?

I believe it is that it is easier for me to pass over the sacrifice of these soldiers and their families by ignoring them. If I don't read about it, I won't remember. I won't have to feel the pain again.

The problem, of course, is that these families do feel the pain. Their pain has secured my liberty. Their pain has bought me the security to sit in a plane and skip the story written by a free press about their suffering.

Never again.

I owe my freedom, my liberty, and my life to veterans.

The Beginning

Here's the deal. The idea of doing a lot of blog posting doesn't seem that fun. In fact, it could be painful and time consuming. However, the rest of the world seems to be doing it, and this may be a good way to keep everybody informed about the things that our happening with our family.

So. . . . We will give it a try.

At the moment

Scott's a lawyer,

Laura's a housewife,

James is an eight grader at Centerville Junior High,

and Joseph is a 4th grader being home-schooled.

We live in Centerville, Utah. We like people. We don't get out much and we're just trying to survive.

-More to come-