It’s a typical Friday night in the fall of 1979 at Old Dan Tucker’s restaurant in Orem, Utah, and the dinner crowd has begun to thin. At the grand piano, a young man is playing and singing, and another, perched on a stool in the curve of the piano, adds a perfectly blended harmony.
A Latter-day Saint bishop and his wife pause to chat between songs, asking a question that will significantly alter the arc of the young mens’ lives. “Do you guys ever do firesides?”