parents' business, often doing homework in the back corner of the bar and getting home between 2 and 4 in the morning, depending on the night.

There Was No Escaping Him

Summer came and that was the end of that, except that whole social circle thing. As members of the Orange County Restaurant Tavern Association (OCRTA), our parents often visited other bars to help promote business, often dragging their oldest child around. Yup. Pat and I are the oldest child. Not only that, but Loughran's Restaurant was one of my family's favorite places to go for an excellent meal when celebrating a birthday or happy occasion, so I often saw Pat working in the kitchen.

In fact, I think the first time my family went there, he had to come outJerusalem Center for Near Eastern Studies. My proposed research agenda there would be to study Arab and Israeli management and conduct leadership development programs. I was considering the opportunity but had not yet decided to go. There were several negatives: children in school, administrative and academic assignments for the next year, and the logistics of taking a family to Jerusalem for a year.

In the midst of the uncertainty, I was invited to discuss the opportunity with BYU’s then-academic vice president. The meeting turned out to be in Salt Lake City and included President Howard W. Hunter, then-president of the Quorum of the Twelve. After very little small talk, President Hunter said, “I understand you are going to Jerusalem.” I said I had not yet decided, but it sounded