Today,  after I had finished my Brigham Young spiel and explained things in the office to the St. George Live tour group,  a man from the group came up to me and said I really looked “a lot like Brigham Young.  Good casting.”

That was nice of him to say that.  But in the very next group,  a family of several boys and girls and the mother, six year old Joy leaned over to her Mom as I sat in the corner at a writing table and whispered: “I thought Abraham Lincoln was dead.” Meaning me of course.

Which all goes to prove that its all in our perception of reality.

So who was I today.

Joy accepted that I was an actor.

But like photographer Glen Martin said the other day,  “You make a good Brig but you really make a good Abe.  Well,  says  who?

Our perspective.