It's Deja Vu All Over Again
I get to visit my old friend Moroni tomorrow when I head back to Salt Lake City for a 4-day snowboarding press trip. Moroni isn't some Italian meathead, he's the golden statue holding a trumpet that is perched atop the Great Mormon Temple in downtown Salt Lake City. Apparently, he was the one who told Joseph Smith about the golden plates that the Book of Mormon were written upon. In addition, he was the last surviving member of some North American white dudes (Nephites?) according to the book of Mormon, and later became an angelic representative of the powers that be. Not bad for a guy whose name sounds like a food that comes in a small cardboard box, I.E. Kraft Moroni N' Cheese, Rice-A-Moroni, or Moroni Baloney.
But I digress.
The trip itself should be fun and while I may be a neophyte to the boarding/ski world, the snow I've played on in Utah is light, fluffy, and abundant, sort of like miles and miles of cold shredded coconut. I've already prepared myself to get schooled by punky
15 12 year old snowboarders. I wear a giant helmet that enhances my already large head so even if I were a top pro on the slopes, I'd still look like a silver bobblehead toy. In a sport where style counts, I'm lucky if I'm wearing matching gloves.
This time I'm leaving no lengthy discourse on anything important in my web blog, rather a simple joke for you all:
Q:What kind of music does a frog listen to?
Tune in Saturday for the answer!
