Donald Clark Osmond
When I was a little kid, Donny Osmond was popular. Looking back now, I didn’t really like him at the time—admittedly, it wasn’t really the cool thing for a youngster of my gender to do—but the girls went nuts over him. Though I will admit, I watched the Donny and Marie Show on occasion, because I was kind of fascinated with his popularity. And he is a Mormon, so in that way we sort of had a connection. Little did I know at the time that my future wife was hanging on each and every word from all of Donny’s songs. He was ultimately responsible, I imagine, for her willingness to listen to the discussions when the missionaries knocked on her family’s door while tracting her neighborhood in Ventura California way back in 1976. For that reason, my attitude of Donny and Marie has changed considerably. I will always be in their debt. Always.