During some of those leisure hours that we didn't spend playing basketball when I should have been investing more time in my GPA, Rick Kiholm (who obviously did invest more time in his GPA than WKBCSHFWLJCGTZ, perhaps more about that in a later entry) and I, undertook to write a brief history of certain experiences from our first semester at Brigham Young University. While looking for something else in one of our filing drawers, I found my copy of The Book of Ernie. It has been scanned and is inserted here for the sake of posterity.
