One of my favorite things about my parents is what good people they are. They never watch TV or go to R-rated movies or participate in anything that is not uplifting and inspiring. That's why it was so funny that on their first visit to VA after Sammie and I were married, Sammie took them to a sports bar to watch the BYU/Utah football game. Fortunately, they loved it! I wish I was better at following their example.
When I flew out to Utah to take care of my Dad, I landed in Vegas, because it's closer to St. George. Martha, Marian, and Mom drove over to pick me up. I was reminded yet again why I hate Vegas so much. The large advertising screen next to my baggage claim carousel kept playing clips of the Chippendales. And as we were leaving the airport, we saw numerous billboard advertisements for "Chippendales" and "Thunder from Down Under." Martha and I started complaining about/making fun of the Chippendales. Mom asked very innocently, "Well, don't you like the Chippendales?" I had to explain, "Mom, they're male strippers." She was horrified! Thought they were a folk music group and didn't even know there was such a thing as a male stripper.
It reminded me of one of my favorite moments from General Conference (semi-annual world wide broadcast of messages from our church leaders.) Here's the quote: "I love the story told at the funeral of Henry Eyring’s father. When he was a young man coming across the border from the Mexican colonies to the United States, the customs man said, “Son, do you have any pornography in your suitcase or trunks?” He responded, 'No sir, we don’t even own a pornograph.'" (If you want to read the whole talk, you can find it on the church's website.)
I love you Mom!