I can't remember what the first book was, but the second was a children's book, illustrated in an early-1960s style reminiscent of Crosby Newell Bonsall (Who's a Pest?). I can't remember how Cold Brother figured into the story, but the last page had a picture of a bear saying, "I love it. It it it it it." I don't think he meant Cold Brother, but who knows.
All this took place while I was stationed in a place I thought of as "Arizona" -- though I also thought of it as bordering both Utah and Minnesota -- having been called up for what in the dream was my third stint as a full-time Mormon missionary. I told them that I drank coffee and tea, didn't attend church, and didn't even own any "Louis Vuitton undershirts," but none of that seemed to be a problem. Since, the church people conceded, I was "much closer to fifty than twenty" and had adult responsibilities, I would only have to serve for the month of October rather than for the customary two years.
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Strange. I have a feeling this relates to part of an email I'm currently working on as time allows. With any luck I'll send it within the next few days.
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