Years ago when Mary Ann was the second counselor in the 9th ward young women's and Carol McCulloch was the president. I was Laurel's President and yet I was still forced to go camping. (The unmitigated gall!!!) We went to camp one year and Steve was assigned to do his priesthood duty and keep the ninth ward teenage girls safe. All he did was get the party started. Then he kept it going all night long by scaring the living daylights out of every tent. Well done Steve. He left some large emotional camping scars on a whole generation of 9th ward girls. More importantly, he left a lasting impression about life in general and how to have fun with it even when you get mauled by skunks, attacked by spiders the size of the Washington Monument and sink all the borrowed boy-scout canoe oars.
Memory of Rachel Smith (neighbor).
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