I am not willing to pay the price of entry to join the Mopologetic crew, were that even an option, but I do envy their camaraderie. I recall the many times we have laughed at their expense, calling their mutual appreciation society, "back slappin' bros," but it would be really nice to have supportive friends of that kind. The possibility may feel a little more tangible to me because I was not that far from being in that club at one point in my life. I recall going to the BYU party one year at SBL and receiving such a warm welcome. I was frankly taken aback at how well I was treated.Physics Guy wrote: ↑Mon Aug 17, 2026 7:49 pmIn the case of Interpreter, I could imagine that an association with an online journal might have sputtered out in conflict or faded away in apathy. Many groups do, both online and in real life. The fact that these folks are still around in anything like their originally intended form is indeed an accomplishment, I would say, now that Kishkumen has pushed me to think about it again. I wouldn't put it at the level of the fire department, but I guess it's at least at the poker game level, though I'm not sure how much higher.
At this point I had taken classes with Nibley, conversed with John Gee a couple of times (he was my Sunday School teacher), and worked for Jack Welch as a teaching assistant. My Roman history professor, although a somewhat abrasive character in some ways, was very much a Nibley fan and close to Jack Welch. Stephen Ricks and I read the entire Aeneid in Latin together, and he came to my temple wedding. I was quite good friends with an illustrator who did contract work on FARMS books, and he gave my wife and me a framed calligraphic rendering of our names together as a wedding present.
When the LDS apologists get together to do their podcasts and parties, I wonder to myself what it might have been like to be among them. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not flattering myself by assuming I would have been, but it still seems like it might have been possible. Instead, I am outside, and I have not had such friends of like mind for decades with whom I could regularly interact in person. Don Bradley is the closest I have to that, and I say he is not exactly that because he is one person (whose friendship I greatly treasure), and we are unable to see each other in person except for a short while every few years.
In a funny way, Mormonism remains my community. The LDS Church is not because one must understandably toe the line to be a part of that, and it can be uncomfortable to have the LDS Church as a divisive factor within my Mormon-oriented community. I ran into Jack Welch at a funeral, and he did not look very happy to see me. That made me sad, but I could not blame him.