In a meeting filled with many other mid-singles (i.e., 31-to-45-year-old, non-married people my age who have been deemed too old for the regular singles ward, or leprous and highly contagious, or both) congregated in my old stake center in Bountiful, at which the new stake president of my old stake announced the creation of a new mid-singles ward, the first of its kind anywhere in Davis County.
Everybody with me so far?
Not only that, but my former bishop, bishop of the singles ward I used to attend in that very same chapel, was sustained as the new bishop of this new ward.
In a very real sense, things had come full circle for the Angry White Loner. And for many of his friends and associates.
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I knew I'd heard that melodious tune somewhere before. And then it hit me . . .
It was (and is) one of the grooviest tracks from literally one of both the silliest and most overplayed (on BYU-TV, at any rate) and arguably greatest* LDS musicals with false doctrine, Saturday's Warrior!
Mind = blown!
*No, it's not. My Turn on Earth wins in that category.
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