Fun in the city with Christian

This is Stephen. I've always thought that people tend to exaggerate the differences between Utah and the ever-cool, not clearly defined "outside-of-Utah."

That being said, there are moments, like the time some women protestors were lying down in the middle of UPenn campus topless (still not sure what they were protesting), when I have a "we're not in Provo anymore Todo" moment.

Christian has also had some of that much-touted "real-world" education that people always talk about existing everywhere affected The Fall (i.e. outside of Utah).

Last week we were walking and a strange-looking man walked right up to Christian, and reached out for him. I took my hands out of my pockets, but this guy smiled, patted Christian on the head, and walked away.

Yesterday we were walking to the post office and saw a police van squeal around the corner. Christian loves police men, and loved to point them out when we see them, and today was no exception, except today he got a little extra; while the van was still moving, two police officers jumped out and football hit a bystander, wrestling him down to the ground, cuffing him, and stuffing him into the back of the van.

And on today's walk we were approached by an incredibly drunk man who ran across the street and threw a dollar bill at us, insisting that he wanted to help support my son's "candy habit." I'm certainly not above taking a dollar bill from a drunk bum, but Christian was watching.

I love the city.