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Show JW community comments, The only thing that could please us more than receiving the first shipment of Faun Tanner's book, "The Far Country, a Regional History of Moab and LaSal, Utah," would be to have Faun here personally. And that's going to happen this Friday. She will be our personal guest here at The Times most of the day Friday, meeting old friends, autographing books, and meeting persons who have expressed an interest in meeting the author of Moab's newest history book. Drop by and share a cup of coffee, glass of punch and a donut with us. I'm sure that you'll find the author as interesting and outgoing as we always have. sjt Moab's extremely small Jaycee crowd has done a great job of organizing things for their upcoming convention this weekend in Moab, and I'm sure things will work out well as a result of their planning. A lot is going on, as this issue of The T-l shows, including a fashion show; a tremendous Bicentennial special on Saturday at the City Park all the way from Washington, and many other events. The summer is starting with a succession of busy weekends and should be lots of fun. ' . -sjt- vAjl do every spring, I'm again going through the terrible ordeal of trying to live without cigarettes. After gaining the monumental record of devouring some four packs of the monsters a day, I was finally convinced by medical sagacity and the results of some pretty scary lab reports fabricated, I'm sure to scare the socks off chain smokers, I have attempted to go to the pipe. It hasn't been easy. All too often, someone's open pack of cigarettes lying on a desk is too tasty to resist. And when traveling, when someone offers me one, it's pretty hard to turn down. The pipe is a heck of a substitute, despite what Jay Holland and others say. But for me it beats nothing. And the other alternatives (other than total abstinance) are terribly grim. A week or two ago, while sitting in a public hearing that stretched on and on in the town of Fillmore, one man in the audience saw me fiddling with. my pipe as I obviously prayed for a recess so I could slip outside and light up. When that recess finally did come, the elderly gentleman followed me outside. "You've got a real problem with the weed, haven't you," he said. I admitted as much. It turned out that my friend was Hatch Farnsworth, mayor of Delta, Utah. "I've got the perfect answer," he said, handing me a pouch of "Day's Work." As I began debating whether or not I really wanted to put the foul-looking stuff in my mouth, he continued: "Darned If you can't even chew this stuff in Church, and nobody ever knows the difference," Hatch said. Well, I did try it. And I've got to admit I'm just not man enough to hack it. If my only non-cigarette tobacco alternative was a chaw, there would be no problem in giving up the filthy stuff altogether. |