Honor thy father

Remember when the ward clerk used to sit on the stand during sacrament meeting? I think my dad may have been partially responsible for changing that. When he was the ward clerk, as soon as he'd finish taking the attendance, he'd settle in and take a good long nap for the rest of the meeting. Occasionally there was a speaker or a musical number that would rouse him, but -- as he told me -- he'd learned to sleep in a foxhole during the Korean War; it was going to take something more than a sermon to disturb his slumber.

When he was released from being ward clerk, they made him chorister. That meant he had to stand up and wave his arms at the congregation at least three times every meeting. I wonder if there was any correlation between the two calls?