One fine Sunday morning during LDS Conference last month, I woke to what I thought was the usual bum or two writhing under a blanket in the park by our house. What soon came to light was that these were two young lovers, probably un-faithful Mormon teens who'd escaped the festivities to swap saliva under the stars. (Their church clothes were a dead giveaway.) Well, boy did they get a surprise when the cops came to bust some real ghetto bizness right next to where they were a-smoochin'. Occasionally, life presents you with these lovely little vingettes. You just need to keep your binaculars handy.