Why We Love Provo

We love the readers' forum in the Daily Universe (the local BYU newspaper). It is always full of treats, and this week's held a special gem:

"My wife and I took a trip down to St. George this weekend and we had an opportunity to talk with a great uncle who lived in Austria during world War II. He remembered he was six years old when he heard Hitler speak for the first time. He told us he had a very distinct feeling of how evil Hitler was. The conversation switched to politics later on and he told us that he had the exact same feeling when he heard Obama speak for the first time. There's the common saying that those who don't learn from history are bound to repeat it. I'm not a hard-core Republican or anything like that, but since he received the same revelation for these two people, shouldn't we be doing something?"


Shouldn't we be doing something, indeed. Now, Jeff and I debated for about 5 seconds on whether or not this was a joke...but then we remembered our lovely school and the sincere, but sometimes inane, people that go there and decided fairly quickly that it was for serious. We love BYU. :)

On another note, we also love Provo because it snowed today! Where else can my wildest dream of living in a real-life Nightmare Before Christmas come true? Let me answer that--nowhere but our dear Provo.