One fine Sunday morning during LDS Conference Weekend last month I had my eye on what I thought was the usual bum or two writhing under a blanket in the park by my house. It soon came to light that these were two young lovers, probably un-faithful teens who'd escaped the festivities to swap saliva all night under the stars. (Their church clothes were a dead giveaway.) Boy did they have a surprise when the cops came to bust some real ghetto bizness right next to where they were a-smoochin'. Sometimes life presents you with these little gifts.