I would love to give you some great stories from this time. Unfortunately, there is only one. You can read it next. This may have been the single most boring time in my life, that included such highlights as sitting alone in my bed staring at the ceiling and learning 42 different ways to play solitaire.
   Nauvoo is a very, very small town. It boasted only two restaurants, one primarily for the tourists that came through to see the Mormons, and a small diner frequented by the locals. It had a Catholic girls school, and while we saw them out on occasion, easily spotted by their uniforms, we rarely interacted with them. They might as well have lived on another planet for all that we acknowledged each other. There was a Casey's general store, and when they started offering pizza, i...

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