Today mom and I shared a pew with Richard Bushman and his wife at church. When they first sat next to us, I swear, and so does my mom, that he said "I think I know you?". I told him how I'd been the only one to stay on the stand during a fireside he gave a few years ago in Seattle, sitting a few seats away from the pulpit which was turned at an angle to face the overflow crowd. Basically I was staring at the side of his face from about three feet away the whole time he was speaking, which was probably a bit disturbing but I wasn't going anywhere, he'd written one of my favorite books, I was staying on the stand! Anyway, afterward I wondered if instead he'd said "I don't think I know you", in which case my answer of that story was probably a little perplexing. Heh.
He asked where we both were from and then I asked him if they were living in Pasadena. He's working at the Huntington this year, then next year he'll be directing the first program of Mormon Studies outside of Utah at Claremont College. We talked a little about Romney running for President, and he made the comment that the focus on the church will subside now that Romney is out of the race, so I said "Yeah, we need another one", at which point he jabbed me jokingly in the arm a few times and said "How about you? Going to run for President?". I said sure. If you tell something like that to Richard Bushman, does that mean you have to do it? Because if so I'd better get a move on.
Some pictures from Zuma beach on friday. The first one is Katie and Jack and Mom in the pop-up tents for fair skinned people. Kyra and I were getting water from the ocean and making mud most of the time. Everything was very blue and turquoise. My head, despite being swathed in layers, was still a bit burned.
