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catnip
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Date: October 06, 2011 04:07AM
Many years ago, when ETB was being propped up for show and GBH was actually running things, there was a dinner-conference featuring GBH at a local hotel in our town.
I hadn't been officially invited, but I felt I had to go because I was the Beehive leader at the time, and my girls had put a lot of work into making a beautiful card (fantastic painting and drawing and calligraphy) for GBH and they had all signed it, and I felt obliged (and proud) to deliver it.
I had to ask the front-desk people where the Mormon shindig was being held, and then made my way to that conference room. I opened the door just an inch and poked my nose in, to be sure this was the right place, and immediately, at least three big guys in dark suits swiveled toward me. I didn't know any of them and they certainly didn't look very friendly.
Fortunately, several people sitting at tables toward the back end of the room turned also, recognized me, and beckoned me to come into the room and join them. The goons stood down when I settled among friends at one of the tables.
I had no way of knowing whether they were armed, but it wouldn't surprise me a bit if they were.
That entire evening was a real eye-opener for me. I found myself chatting with Mrs. GBH, as she seemed to be completely ignored by everyone else. (Standard protocol, I realize now, but I thought it was rude back then.)
And The Great Man Himself - well - when I finally presented him with the card that my girls had put so much love and labor into - he barely glanced at it and announced that he would pass it along to ETB. "But it's for YOU, sir," I told him. He looked at me as if I were speaking in a foreign language, so I repeated, "My Beehive girls made it for YOU!" He replied, "Well, I'll give it to him anyway," and very pointedly turned to the next person in line. I had been dismissed, just like that.
I never had any use for the man from then on.