Early Sunday morning there was a knock at our door. Having arrived home very late the night before due to the terrible road conditons from Salt Lake back to Provo, and assuming it was just the poor little young men out in the bitter cold collecting fast offerings I chose to ignore it. Later that morning when my brain began functioning again and I realized it wasn't even Fast Sunday I got curious about the early morning caller. Sam and I were looking out the window at all the freshly fallen snow and noticed something strange in the front yard. The picket fence was missing! On the door there was a scrap of paper with simply a name and phone number. The fence wrecker obviously knew we would easily figure out what it was all about. I want to put a sign in the yard that says, "See what happens when you hooligans go so fast around this corner."
