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Things are not always what they seem.

For about fifteen years, I have been picking up garbage as I take my early morning walks. It is one of the most pleasant and useful things I do. I almost never miss going Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. On our first mission I picked up in many places as we traveled across fifteen Eastern States and in the Caribbean. The most common thing I pick up is cigarette butts. I think I have picked up close to 40,000 of them. In Japan I walked and picked up in Arisugawa Park across from the Temple.

I asked a young man who was temporarily visiting our ward to take this one early one September morning. In the warm months I stick feathers in my caps. In honor of a famous song from early America the first feather I call Macaroni. The second one is Spaghetti, the third Fettuccine, and the fourth one is Linguini.

I am quite confident that many people who first see me on the street consider me at least an anomaly. I think some mothers think it is necessary to protect their children from me.

This picture was taken last Saturday by my granddaughter, Oliva Osai. I participated as a substitute father for Olivia's sister Grace at a Primary day activity for girls. John, their father, was out of town helping some needy people. 

Grace strongly urged me to wear a costume. I remembered the zhelabia (a bedouin gown) I had purchased in Khartoum, Sudan in 1974. Both girls said they thought I looked awesome. I got the shoes from Deseret Industries.

When Grace and I entered the Cultural Hall at the church carrying our pumpkin, I got some wonderful stares. In these days of Muslim terrorist fears, I can understand why. I was a little surprised, however, that no one came to greet me.  I guess it would have been better if I had put on my clown nose.