Well, not completely ignorant. Every now and then we'd see the cover of a Time magazine in the window of a bookstore, and my dad kept me up-to-date on the important headlines — like the BYU basketball and football scores.
I guess you could say I was mostly ignorant!
Then again, it didn't really matter. The locals were all convinced that the missionary gig was just a cover for working in the CIA anyway.
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