tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039825627902875179.post2052484908169822022..comments2022-10-28T05:11:00.204-07:00Comments on Cultural and Social Incongruities: Reed Van Wagoner: A Life of Service - More to ComeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039825627902875179.post-9919784535916231342014-10-16T20:07:34.404-07:002014-10-16T20:07:34.404-07:00I worked with Reed during his time during sex crim...I worked with Reed during his time during sex crimes with Provo PD as his "sidekick" during the cases (aka CPS worker). I always enjoyed his calmness during these very emotional cases. But I have to say the one memory is going to a conference with him in Vegas and getting him to ride the "Big Shot" on top of the Stratosphere. :) Reed, I miss working with you! It was always a treat when I got a Provo case. Take care and enjoy retirement!!!!! <br /><br />Megan AnnesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13298698503603148086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039825627902875179.post-80994434871813014632014-10-15T11:17:56.570-07:002014-10-15T11:17:56.570-07:00Paul, thank you for sharing that story. I haven&#...Paul, thank you for sharing that story. I haven't that one before.Jaradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05739117357837521608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039825627902875179.post-25999570083395718652014-10-15T10:49:56.568-07:002014-10-15T10:49:56.568-07:00I have a story to share about your Dad and it'...I have a story to share about your Dad and it's not about the time he pulled me over for flying down the street on my new motorcycle!<br /><br />Christmas eve when I was 16. My dad always dressed up as Santa and visited people all over the neighborhood and city. That night we were making Santa visits and stopped at the intersection on 500n 500w in Provo. It was dark and snowing. A police car pulled up next to us and I noticed it was Bro. Vanwagoner. He was with his wife and his car was stuffed. When the light turned green my dad told me to follow him. We followed Reed across town to a poor neighborhood. He parked in front of the corner house across the street from the elementary school and got out and so did we. At First he didn't recognize my dad, but then he saw me. My dad asked if we could help out with whatever your dad was doing. Reeds car was stuffed full or food and toys. He had been making a delivery for toys for tots to this family that had nothing. We went around to the back of the house to the basement apartment and knocked on the door. We all had our arms full of the things the police department had gathered up. "Santa" was standing right next to the door and the first to be seen. I was lucky enough to be standing where I could see when the door opened. It only opened a few inches and down about the height of the doorknob I could see a little nose and eye looking out. All of a sudden that one little eye opened as wide as it could get and then disappeared running back into the house and yelling to his single mom and little brother that Santa had come!<br />"Santa" pushed his way into the house and started calling out Merry Christmas. When we walked in with arms full of gifts and food you could see the Mom collapse on the couch, stunned that Santa really was real and Christmas would come to her tiny family that year. I made 3 or 4 trips to the car with Reed gathering things he'd helped collect for this family and he smiled the whole time. I'm glad your dad let us help out. I'm glad he was our home teacher so we'd know him and recognize while he was out doing this. That night will always be my favorite Christmas Eve and I got to feel that joy every time I think about it. If your dad hadn't been a good man doing good things I would never have had that experience. <br />I hope you enjoy that short story. Knowing your dad, it's probably not one he's ever told you.<br />Good luck to you Reed on what ever you do next.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03965255484391659535noreply@blogger.com