I better make a confession while I still have time.
Most of you don’t know this, but last fall, I picked up a small part in a documentary film about the life of Orrin Porter Rockwell. (See a short preview by clicking here.) I didn’t know until I arrived on the set that I was to play the part of an outlaw who bets that a feisty gunman cannot gun Porter down.
He, er, well, loses the bet, as you will see in the preview. By the way, those are my beady, criminal eyes in the clip.
Anyway, I am playing a hand of cards with my grubby outlaw buddies, and there is a mug of amber liquid in front of me. Yes, okay, okay, I confess that I played the part of a drinkin’, gamblin’ desperado.
I tell you this because after the Saturday afternoon session of General Conference, at 4:00 pm, KSL will air a half-hour of that documentary. I am not sure yet, but it is possible that some of you might get a glimpse of me in my ne’er-do-well persona.
I am here to reassure you that I never drank a drop (it wasn’t real beer any way) and I haven’t played a hand of poker since age 12—when my brother cleaned me out of about $2.00 and cured me of gambling for life. (Thanks, Mark.)
I am glad I got that off my chest.