Bruce Call

After I was released in August 1978 I went back to BYU, where I played lacrosse for the school team. My lacrosse career was incredibly unremarkable, precisely in line with my skill level. That first year, I roomed with Brent Romney & Mike Pinkston. That didn’t last long, as they were both married pretty much within a year. I took my time and got married in January 1982 to Patti Egbert, who grew up in West Jordan, Utah, and is superior to me in every important way. I often tell people that our marriage would be perfect, if it weren’t for me.

We have four kids: Stephanie (age 20, a sophomore at Utah State), Kimberly (age 18, a senior at Pleasant Grove High School), Tom (age 15, and three inches taller than me), and Scott (age 10, with more energy than I ever had). The three older kids all spend their summer months as lifeguards at our community pool (as you can see by our latest Christmas letter photo).

My career began when I took a summer job as a tour guide at Osmond Studios. After graduating in Political Science (hah!), I accepted a full-time position there, and served as production manager for several years. I went freelance in 1986, and have been involved in countless film, commercial, and non-broadcast productions as a writer, producer, and director. I’ve been lucky enough to travel the world doing this, although my work has yet to take me back to the mission. (The closest I’ve been is Belize. That was a very strange experience; everything’s just like it was in the mission, except the signs are all in English.)

Along the way, I also started a communications consulting business. I write all kinds of marketing & other materials for a variety of companies, everything from direct mail catalogs to college-level course work in business ethics. I have also written speeches for folks like Steve Young and (gulp) Bill Clinton (no, not THAT speech).

We’ve lived in Pleasant Grove, Utah, for 17 years, and my Spanish has gotten rustier and rustier. I’m currently the bishop of the Battle Creek Tenth Ward. We have a young woman from Chile in our ward who speaks almost no English. Every time I interview her I lose about five pounds trying conjugate verbs.

I look forward to the upcoming reunion. I hope we have name tags. Like the rest of you, I look EXACTLY the same as I did 25 years ago.