|Dumb looks are free|
I look back on that summer with some fondness, as it was the last truly carefree time of my life. I was having a lot of fun attending the local singles ward and going to all the young-adult activities, and my "filthy" summer job -- bagging fertilizer at a plant in the South Valley -- blessedly ended after a couple of weeks, when my brother Roger (who had worked there for five years and had gotten me the job) had a fistfight with the boss arising from a disagreement over some tools that one of the other employees had stolen. Things changed abruptly that fall, when I went back to BYU for what turned out to be my last year there; my brother Kelly got me a job working at Utah Valley Hospital as a "respiratory equipment technician," which had me working 12-hour shifts every Saturday and Sunday. My work schedule, combined with the fact that I was rooming with Ken, Tracy Carroll, and a football player from Washington state named Bub Mathews -- none of whom worked or was nearly as serious about school as I was -- made that an extremely tough year for me and played a large part in my not ever going back to BYU. I'm still left wondering where the intervening thirty-plus years went!