1. I met a guy at work today and after I told him where I was from he said, "I'm from Deary. Well, actually a little outside of Deary, Helmer." You know your town is really small if you're citing Deary as the nearest large town that someone might recognize.

2. Yesterday we had a fire drill in our building at work. When we all got out to the grass, I noticed that someone from our office brought a football and someone from another office brought a baseball and some gloves. Our office manager told me she was going to run home and get some lunch, so I started wondering about these fire drills. I asked around and found out that the drills usually take more than an hour and people usually find something else to do so they don't have to stand around in the sun for an hour. Once everyone is outside they have to check all of the offices in our 7-story building and everyone has to go through security screening to get back in. Seeing that we had some extra time, I took off with some of the interns and went to tour the Library of Congress. We went in, looked around, and started talking with one of the tour guides. Somehow we got on the subject of rare books and someone suggested we go see if they had an original Book of Mormon. We wandered down some halls and peeked through some doors where we saw the conveyer belt system they use to deliver books around the Library. We eventually made it to the rare book section where we asked to see their original Book of Mormon. The lady said, "sure, do you want the signed one or the unsigned one?" I asked her to bring the signed one, but we didn't really know what that meant. The lady brought out the book and it looked just like one of those ones they reprinted a few years ago. Brown cover, no verses and some different chapter divisions. The cover was a little worn, but the paper was in really good shape. Just inside the front cover it said, "Joseph Smith gave this book to my maternal grandmother's brother" and it was signed by Charles Albertson. We flipped to the back and found Martin Harris' signature on the last page. Not a bad way to spend a fire drill.