Happy Boxing Day, 2024

In England it's bigger than Christmas, yet widely ignored as a "holiday" in the United States. What exactly is Boxing Day?

I quote from Wikipedia:

Boxing Day is a holiday celebrated after Christmas Day, occurring on the second day of Christmastide (26 December). Boxing Day was once a day to donate gifts to those in need, but it has evolved to become a part of Christmas festivities, with many people choosing to shop for deals on Boxing Day. It originated in the United Kingdom and is celebrated in several Commonwealth nations. The attached bank holiday or public holiday may take place on 27 or 28 December if necessary to ensure it falls on a weekday. Boxing Day is also concurrent with the Christian festival Saint Stephen's Day.

In parts of Europe, such as Catalonia, the Czech Republic, Germany, Austria, Hungary, Netherlands, Italy, Poland, Slovakia, Slovenia, Croatia, Denmark, Finland, Romania, Sweden, Belgium, Norway, Latvia and the Republic of Ireland, 26 December is Saint Stephen's Day, which is considered the second day of Christmas.

Etymology:

There are competing theories for the origins of the term, none of which is definitive.

The European tradition of giving money and other gifts to those in need, or in service positions, has been dated to the Middle Ages, but the exact origin is unknown; it may refer to the alms box placed in the narthex of Christian churches to collect donations for the poor. The tradition may come from a custom in the late Roman and early Christian era, wherein alms boxes placed in churches were used to collect special offerings tied to the Feast of Saint Stephen, which, in the Western Christian Churches, falls on the same day as Boxing Day, the second day of Christmastide. On this day, it is customary in some localities for the alms boxes to be opened and distributed to the poor.

The Oxford English Dictionary gives the earliest attestation from Britain in 1743, defining it as "the day after Christmas day", and saying "traditionally on this day tradespeople, employees, etc., would receive presents or gratuities (a "Christmas box") from their customers or employers."

The term "Christmas box" dates back to the 17th century, and among other things meant:

A present or gratuity given at Christmas: In Great Britain, usually confined to gratuities given to those who are supposed to have a vague claim upon the donor for services rendered to him as one of the general public by whom they are employed and paid, or as a customer of their legal employer; the undefined theory being that as they have done offices for this person, for which he has not directly paid them, some direct acknowledgement is becoming at Christmas.

In Britain, it was a custom for tradesmen to collect "Christmas boxes" of money or presents on the first weekday after Christmas as thanks for good service throughout the year. This is mentioned in Samuel Pepys' diary entry for 19 December 1663. This custom is linked to an older British tradition in which the servants of the wealthy were allowed the next day to visit their families since they would have had to serve their masters on Christmas Day. The employers would give each servant a box to take home containing gifts, bonuses, and sometimes leftover food. Until the late 20th century, there continued to be a tradition among many in the UK to give a Christmas gift, usually cash, to vendors, although not on Boxing Day, as many would not work on that day.

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I became acquainted with Boxing Day as a young missionary serving in England in 1967-69, for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We found it was a marvelous time to knock on doors in our neighborhood, and we often found men at home with their families in a relaxed and joyful setting. It was a happy time for all concerned, especially us. We were the recipients (and sometimes the givers) of unexpected gifts from those we contacted. Everyone just seemed friendlier and more welcoming.

Christmas is historically a wonderful time in general. However, for those who are suffering it is a sacred opportunity for those who have to give to those who do not. Everyone seems more inclined to look to the needs of others outside themselves. It is the spirit of Christmas, indeed the spirit of Christ, that infuses each soul with a spirit of generosity and kindness. 

Boxing Day seems to emulate all these best traditions, and I have always wished that in America we could ennoble the practices cites above more completely. Unfortunately, we don't have the longstanding traditions we observe in the United Kingdom. That's why, I suppose, we jettisoned the tradition of Boxing Day at some point.

When I stop to consider why we don't have more of the attitude of preserving the best of Christmas Day on every other day of the year, I must confess it's hard to implement high ideals no matter what the correlation between an elevated sense of goodness and surrendering to our baser instincts. It's just hard, isn't it, to rise above the crowd going about their selective brands of misery. We can catch a glimpse of greatness like we see embodied in Jesus Christ's life when we celebrate Christmas, but it isn't easy to maintain His high ideals on every other day of the year.

So now we stand on the threshold of another New Year that looms around the next corner next week. We can view it as another opportunity to resolve to do better in whatever ways we wish. I remember a good brother in our ward many, many years ago who was asked to talk about "New Year's Resolutions" in sacrament meeting the week after Christmas. He astoundingly took the position that such an exercise was futile and he had never engaged in such a trivial and worthless pursuit. This was a man who had emigrated from England some years before that, and had carved out a wonderful life for himself and his family as a very skilled tradesman. He caught us all off guard because his assigned topic would have suggested his assent to the premise of setting good goals for the coming year.

I have reflected this morning, all these years later, on his position. Like most Englishmen I have known, he was outspoken, assertive and not the least bit shy about sharing his headstrong opinions. The fact I am remembering so vividly what he had to say is an evidence of the impact he had on me. 

So let us resolve here and today on Boxing Day that we will live better one day at a time in 2025. Let's agree that we will not make sweeping and lifelong commitments to ourselves that we may not be able to attain because they might be too grandiose or unattainable from where we stand today.

Rather, let's be generous with ourselves, relying alone upon the merits of our Savior Jesus Christ and His perfection instead. Consider these verses to refute the idea advanced by some enemies of the Church (even at this late date) that we are not Christians because we accept the Book of Mormon as the inspired word of God:

"And now, my beloved brethren, after ye have gotten into this strait and narrow path, I would ask if all is done? Behold, I say unto you, Nay; for ye have not come thus far save it were by the word of Christ with unshaken faith in him, relying wholly upon the merits of him who is mighty to save.

"Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.

"And now, behold, my beloved brethren, this is the way; and there is none other way nor name given under heaven whereby man can be saved in the kingdom of God. And now, behold, this is the doctrine of Christ, and the only and true doctrine of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, which is one God, without end. Amen." (2 Nephi 31:19-21, emphasis mine).

Not only are we devoted Christians, we ARE the restored Church of Jesus Christ, the ONLY true Church with the fulness of the doctrine of Christ, the ordinances, and the approved path leading to eternal life. 

It is my witness after living a long time on this blessed planet that we are led by living prophets today, President Russell M. Nelson in his 101st year being the senior Apostle among his brethren. I love them, and I love the Church they lead because it is Christ's Church on the earth today.

Let's agree, like my friend from England, that we can embrace each day, one day at a time as it presents itself to us in 2025, and not stress unduly over our goals of a lifetime that may seem unattainable today and cause us an undue burden we needn't carry all alone. 

Today is Friday, December 13th, 2024. Should I Be Worried?

Short answer, not unless you are hopelessly superstitious. You may conclude I have WAY TOO MUCH time on my hands these days, and you would not be wrong in that conclusion. I did a little research about Friday the 13th this morning. Here’s a sampling of what I learned:

One source mentioned for the unlucky reputation of the number 13 is a Norse myth about twelve gods having a dinner party in Valhalla. The trickster god Loki, who was not invited, arrived as the thirteenth guest, and arranged for Höðr, the god of darkness, to shoot Balder, the god of joy and gladness, with a mistletoe-tipped arrow. Balder died, triggering much suffering in the world, which caused the number 13 to be considered unlucky.

Christian associations:

The superstition seems to relate to various things, like the story of Jesus’s Last Supper and crucifixion in which there were thirteen individuals present in the Upper Room on the thirteenth of Nisan Maundy Thursday, the night before his death on Good Friday. Judas was the 13th invited guest.

In conjunction with Friday:

While there is evidence of both Friday and the number 13 being considered unlucky, there is no record of the two items being referred to as especially unlucky in conjunction before the 19th century. In short, the idea is relatively a modern invention.

The Knights Templar:

Some cite the arrest of the Knights Templar on Friday, October 13, 1307, by officers of King Philip IV of France as the origin of the Friday the 13th superstition, but it is agreed the origins remain murky.

19th century:

In France, Friday 13th might have been associated with misfortune as early as the first half of the 19th century. A character in the 1834 play Les Finesses des Gribouilles states, “I was born on a Friday, December 13th, 1813 from which come all of my misfortunes.”

An early documented reference in English occurs in H. S. Edwards’ biography of Gioachino Rossini, who died on Friday 13th of November 1868:

“Rossini was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday 13th of November he passed away.”

Dissemination:

It is possible that the publication in 1907 of T. W. Lawson’s popular novel “Friday, the Thirteenth,” contributed to popularizing the superstition. In the novel, an unscrupulous broker takes advantage of the superstition to create a Wall Street panic on a Friday the 13th. 

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So, there you have it in a nutshell. Like most superstitions, this one is likely powerless. Where I live and from where I am writing this morning, the skies overhead are producing about four inches of light powder snow. It’s been snowing steadily for about ten hours now, and I am told by forecasters this is simply the precursor for what is supposed to be a larger storm coming on Sunday. Just yesterday I read that we have had zero inches of snow so far in December, and so who among snow lovers in Utah would say Friday the 13th is unlucky? Not many, I would wager.

If it were anyone else, this day would pass for just another Friday the 13th, but today is also Taylor Swift’s birthday. I probably live in the Dark Ages in my little corner of 2024, I suppose, but I have NEVER even heard ONE of her songs. 

It’s also Dick Van Dyke’s 99th birthday today, and he’s a famous actor and entertainer with whom I totally relate. Put him together with Julie Andrews, and there’s a duo worth celebrating on any day of the year! 

It is actuarily sound that there are fewer accidents recorded on this day than any other day of the year, simply because people avoid going out. They stay at home to avoid the bad luck associated with Friday the 13th. Take it for what it’s worth.

I chose today to vacuum and do some laundry. Believe it or not, there were still flies to vacuum up in my home this morning. It was a banner year for houseflies where I live, but I am guessing that now that winter is officially here with plunging temperatures and snow on the ground outside there will be fewer of them. Hope springs eternal within me.

By the way, there is at least one Friday the 13th in every calendar year, and sometimes as many as three. Whenever Sunday starts a new month, that month will have a Friday the 13th. 

Hopefully, my little missive of today will give you a full bucket of confidence that you may embrace your normal activities without fear of any bad luck crossing your path. Just to be on the safe side, however, don’t walk under any ladders, and avoid any black cats that may be visible to you. 

But that’s all a story for another day. 

Shepherds at the Gate of Christmas

Christmas always reminds me of the years I served as a bishop. I was an eyewitness then to the lovingkindness of my ward members for one another. As a steward of the sacred fast offering funds donated to the Church, a bishop is often the one who stands in the breach when all other help flees from those most in need.

To announce His birth as the Shepherd of Israel, the angel appeared first to shepherds in the field keeping watch over their flock by night. Today’s modern under-shepherds are the bishops of Israel who succor and nurture the sheep in the wide expanse of this world.

Fast offerings are donated monthly on the first Sunday of each month. We observe the fast for a twenty-four hour period beginning on Saturday. The cost of the two meals skipped is suggested as an offering to assist the poor and the needy who live among us. The bishops of the Church are encouraged to “seek out” the poor and needy, and not to wait until they land on his doorstep. It is a sobering and humbling assignment, as any bishop will attest.

It seems the Christmas season brings more stories as the years unfold. Of course, the best stories never are told. They remain the sacred and secret domain of bishops and their flocks. But this past week (I wrote this account in 2011) another story is added to my personal lexicon. I share it here, preserving the anonymity of those involved.

I had a phone call from a former co-worker with whom I hadn’t spoken in months. He said, “I was speaking with someone the other day who suggested I call you. I need some of your wisdom. I’ve gotten myself into a situation, and I need your help. Could we meet for breakfast tomorrow?”

At breakfast my friend poured out a story I had not anticipated. He and his wife had encountered some health issues since we had last spoken. They had gotten behind on their bills, and he had taken out some payday loans to meet their obligations. He had not told his wife, not wanting to alarm her. The exorbitant interest payments were now consuming all their income, and the rent was due the following day. They had just moved from one distant city to another nearer his work, and had done some painting to enable themselves to get into a new rental home. Now the first month’s rent was due and they had no way to pay it.

We discussed possible sources of help. He had consulted a bankruptcy attorney last year, but they hadn’t taken any steps in that direction. His sister, a CPA, was the executor of his mother’s estate, but he feared she would treat him harshly when she heard the predicament he was in. There seemed to be no options. He had requested a consolidation loan from his bank, but they had declined his request because his credit had been impaired.

I suggested three alternatives to explore. 1) Re-connect with the bankruptcy attorney to see if she could help stop the freight train of the escalating interest payments due to the payday lenders; 2) call his sister to see if there might be any way she could think of to help him, and 3) call your new bishop. I also recommended that he not hide their situation any longer from his wife.

My friend reminded me he was not a member of the Church, but my response was, “Everyone in this world has a bishop, most of them just haven’t met each other yet. Your wife was a member of the Church at one time, wasn’t she?” He confirmed she had been. But he hastened to add he had been a lay minister in another church before he had moved to Utah and met his wife. He had to give up his ministry to accept a job here, and he wouldn’t even know how or who he should contact.

I took a moment to explain how to find his bishop through the Church’s website. (It's much easier today than when I was writing this account in 2011). He wrote down my instructions carefully. I had a chance to explain that like him, bishops in the Church are lay ministers, called for a period of time by their leaders from among their congregations, then released to go back into the ranks from which they had been called. I explained a little about fast offerings, and the purposes for which bishops may use those member donations as they feel inspired to do so. I told him without even knowing who he was, I was certain his bishop would stand ready and able with resources to assist him.

As we parted, I was gripped with a moment of fear. What had I just done? I didn’t even know who his bishop was! How could I make such an audacious promise and assume it would play out smoothly the way I hoped it would?

Then the Spirit whispered to me, chiding me a little and speaking peace to my heart, “You were a bishop once, David. You know how I work, don’t you? Have a little faith.”

Later in the day, I finally had a chance to check my voicemail. There was a message from my friend. He said he had done as I had suggested, found his new ward and his bishop. He had called the bishop, who heard his story with an empathetic ear, and suggested that they meet that morning at his office at the ward building. In part, he said to me in the message, “I went over my scenario with him, and he’s going to help me with the rent. I’m so glad I came to you. Thank you for listening to me and for your wisdom and your advice.”

Honestly, the Lord makes us all smarter than we are if we listen to His spirit directing us and we act on those impressions. He said at the end of his message, “I should know God is in charge. He’s proven it again to me this morning. Thank you.” Our part is to humble ourselves. He manifests His love for each of His children without judgment or reservation.

I thought of pennies, nickels and dollars that comprise the monthly fast offerings of the faithful saints, and I felt to give thanks once again for those who give in the same spirit our Father in Heaven gives. It is all about His love for His children.

I echo with heartfelt gratitude the words of President Gordon B. Hinckley, who offered these insights about bishops in a General Conference address (https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/general-conference/1999/04/the-shepherds-of-the-flock?lang=eng#p29):

“I stand in humble gratitude and respect and admiration for the bishops of this Church. In the most dire of circumstances, I watched them in La Lima, Honduras. I spoke with them, shook their hands, loved them. How thankful I am for these men who, without regard for their own comfort, give of their time, of their wisdom, of their inspiration in presiding over our wards throughout the world. They receive no compensation other than the love of their people. There is no rest for them on the Sabbath, nor very much at other times. They are the ones closest to the people, best acquainted with their needs and circumstances.”

The requirements of their office are today as they were in the days of Paul, who wrote to Timothy:

A bishop then must be blameless, the husband of one wife, vigilant, sober, of good behaviour, given to hospitality, apt to teach;

Not given to wine, no striker [that is, not a bully or a violent person], … not a brawler, not covetous (1 Timothy 3:2–3).

In his letter to Titus, Paul adds that “a bishop must be blameless, as the steward of God; … Holding fast the faithful word as he hath been taught, that he may be able by sound doctrine both to exhort and to convince the gainsayers” (Titus 1:7, 9).

I suspect there will be a “sequel” to this formative introduction between my friend and his new bishop. How marvelous that a bishop stands ready to help the constituency of his flock, even those who have not as yet been “branded” as one of his own…

For, in fact, we are all His.

Sometimes we are the recipients, other times we are the givers, but He always ministers to our needs through His under-shepherds, the bishops of Israel.

Today, somewhere in Sunnyvale, California, Phil Sharp was ordained as a new bishop, the first to serve in our family’s next generation. I know he will be blessed as the mantle rests upon his shoulders and he takes up his new role as a shepherd in Israel to the flock where he is assigned. (Just this weekend in 2024, Phil was sustained as a counselor in their stake presidency in Bloomfield, Colorado, where he continues to bless many lives through his consecrated service).

The gates of Christmas are flung open wide for all who will come to enter therein… 

Abraham Lincoln, Healer of the Divided Nation

Today marks an important event in our nation's history. On November 19, 1863, President Abraham Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address at the end of a bitter Civil War in America. 

We are routinely reminded, and especially after another recently concluded presidential election, that our nation today is deeply divided. I've heard way too many people remark to me their belief is that another civil war is brewing beneath the surface of our political landscape. Red and Blue continue to do combat against each other, but so far (gratefully) we witness only immaterial skirmishes mostly in the form of heated rhetoric. We have been subjected to scorched airwaves over cable television networks.

The net result of this round of bickering was a decisive victory for President Donald J. Trump. It wasn't a close election, and he will enter office on January 20, 2025, with a mandate for change that is already taking shape in his cabinet announcements. There seems to be no relenting on his part as the predictable criticisms have landed on his deaf ears. 

Lincoln at Gettysburg, 1863

For his part, Lincoln was a healer and a conciliator in the first rank. He sought peace, and even though the Union had essentially won the war by the time he was running for re-election in the upcoming presidential election of 1864, he was most interested in binding up the deep wounds that remained. He would win re-election, but then was assassinated on April 15, 1865.

It would be well for us on this day of anniversary to review his message to the nation in 1863. I invite you to refresh your memory by re-reading his famous speech. It's a good message for all Americans after finishing another presidential election.

The Battle of Gettysburg saw each side suffer roughly 23,000 casualties (killed, captured and wounded), making it the war's most destructive battle. The next day, July 4th, as Lee's army hastily retreated southward, Grant took Vicksburg on the Mississippi River. The twin victories at Gettysburg and Vicksburg ensured that the Confederacy's days were numbered. Never again would Lee's Army of Northern Virginia invade the north, and, indeed, it spent the rest of the war on the defensive.

After the defeats that summer, the Confederate strategy shifted from one of seeking a decisive military victory (which its army could at that point no longer produce) to one of wearing down the enemy — of making the war so costly for the Union that the Northern peace party would elect a president in the fall of 1864, who would end the war and grant Confederate independence. It was not to be.

That's a snapshot of the background as President Lincoln addressed the nation at Gettysburg with these scant 272 words.

Delivered at the dedication of the Soldiers' National Cemetery at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln

November 19, 1863.

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The Civil War remains the deadliest of all American wars. In 2011, demographic historian Dr. J. David Hacker published “A Census-Based Count of Civil War Dead,” in the scholarly quarterly, Civil War History, reporting that his in-depth study of recently digitized census data concluded that a more accurate estimate of Civil War deaths is about 750,000, with a range from 650,000 to as many as 850,000 dead.

Hacker, an associate professor of history at the University of Minnesota, believed that a fresh, detailed examination of the numbers from the 1850, 1860 and 1870 U.S. census tabulations might reveal a massive reduction for the young male population in 1870 that would reflect the human toll of the war. And that is what he found. Hacker’s research concluded that the normal survival pattern for young American men from 1860 to 1870 was far less — by about 750,000 — than it would have been had no war occurred.

Civil War History called Hacker’s findings “among the most consequential pieces” it has ever published. “It even further elevates the significance of the Civil War and makes a dramatic statement about how the war is a central moment in American history,” said Civil War historian Eric Foner.

“The first thing to stress is this is an estimate of the number of men missing in 1870. It is adjusted for possible census undercount and other things,” Hacker tells History. “It is not an estimate of the number of people who died on the battlefield. And why are these men missing? I think the only reasonable reason they're missing is because of the Civil War.” 

Source: (https://www.history.com/news/american-civil-war-deaths).

Well, One Out of Three Ain't Bad, Is It?

This Autumn season has featured prominently in my life this year: First, the World Series, followed by the Presidential Election, then the now-annual reintroduction of the local “Holy War” between the Utes and the Cougars. In all, they comprise three major events for my little household that I fully embraced.

                                                                             

Only problem for me was the Yankees lost to the Dodgers in five games, and last night the Utes fell in a dramatic comeback win to the Cougars 22-21 in the final seconds. 

President Donald J. Trump

However surprising as it was to half the country, President Donald J. Trump was re-elected to a second non-consecutive term in an Electoral College “landslide” as it was described by the pundits, coupled with a convincing popular vote total. I loved his choice of J.D. Vance as Vice-President. It was not even a close election.

So, Yankees and Utes fan that I am, two of those major events went down in flames. Now, mind you, I’m not describing myself as a Trumpster by any means, but I have to admit his victory salvaged a .333 batting average for me, and in baseball that’s good enough to get you into the Hall of Fame.

So I will claim a victory for America in Trump’s sweeping victory. I believe his forthcoming administration will prove providential for America in the coming four  years, especially when compared to the alternative of what might have been with a Harris/Walz ticket winning. 

Stunning to me was the fact that Kamala Harris did not out-poll Biden’s last election totals in 2020 in ONE SINGLE COUNTY in America. It was a complete refutation and rejection of her "candidacy." The much-ballyhooed so-called “Blue Wall” (seven historically Democratic states) ALL voted for Trump. She simply flunked the job interview with Americans who were voting against her. 

She has a radiant smile and the giggle to go with it, I’ll give her that, but seriously, she was little more than a tool of the party she represented and that was woefully inadequate this time around. Stunningly, she was an appointed surrogate for a badly declining Joe Biden whose mental acuity was displayed for all to see in the first debate against Trump, and she didn’t even have to seek votes among her party faithful to replace Biden on the ballots of all fifty states, as Trump did. It was an attempted “palace coup” and it failed miserably. 

Trump, on the other hand, is many questionable and dastardly things too but all his faults notwithstanding, America embraced their once-former leader with open arms given the obviously defective alternative. 

He answers literally to no one but himself. He’s a genuine all-American bad a**, and you can quote me on that. 

Even before the dust had settled on the election and before he has taken office, the leaders of the terrorist Hamas organization have signaled their desire for settling the war they started with Israel. Hopefully, that will prove a harbinger for other bad actors on the world stage to get in line with America’s wishes. 

One wonders if, and one hopes, Putin and Russia might follow suit in their ill-conceived incursion into Ukraine and seek for a cessation of those hostilities. Trump’s election will change the calculus of the war mongers in the world, but don’t be deceived into thinking war will suddenly go away. We’ll have war continually until the Savior comes again, for so it has been prophesied.

I have been a silent observer this time around in the national election, not signaling my intentions on my voting preferences, and I have joked when asked about it by saying I would write in Abraham Lincoln. 

Well, I can truthfully disclose now and forever on this page today that I voted (for the first time in my life) for a straight Republican ticket. I returned my ballot by mail to Wasatch County on the day I received it in the mail, and I can now claim my .333 batting average.

I didn’t strike out, and I can stoutly maintain as I did in my title that “one out of three ain’t bad, is it?”