olympics, day six

Day Six: Relatively unexciting day Tuesday. Wrote up my halfpipe story, then spent much of the day at Mormon Central, on Temple Square. Had an early afternoon meeting with H. David Burton, presiding bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, for a story that should appear this weekend some time. The LDS media guy was very helpful, but he did show a hair of the quasi-paranoia the church often does, insisting on tape recording my interview so that if I misquote him, they’ll have documentary proof. I suppose I can’t blame him — the church has gotten mauled a few times in the past by folks in my profession — but it’s still a bit annoying.
Anyway, later that afternoon went over to the Family History Library, the depository of the world’s biggest collection of genealogy records, for another story for Thursday’s paper. The story turned out to be mediocre, but I was pleasantly distracted by the very attractive “guide” the church shackled me to for the duration of my visit. (The church isn’t big on letting reporters wander around alone, even in public areas like where I was.)
Came back to the office, started work on another couple stories, skipped the Rick Perry meeting, then actually left at a decent hour (well, if working until another 12-hour day that ends at 9 p.m. qualifies as “a decent hour” — my, how standards change once you get to the Olympics). Caught up on some email, watched some boxing ESPN Classic (rapidly becoming my late-night TV SLC guilty pleasure), and off to sleep.