In the quiet suburbia that makes up most of Utah, trains are only for three kinds of individuals: the homeless, the student, and the event-goer. The latter is due to the lack of public parking, both in the valley and in Salt Lake proper. Parking lots do exist, but for the larger events like Jazz…
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Brief Encounter – Part 1
I met the most beautiful girl on the train. We locked eyes, had a moment […] Then we did that romantic thing where we never see each other again. Joel Dommett (British comedian) At one point in American culture, trains were a commonplace component of everyday life. Following the French and Indian wars, railway transportation…
Un Américain Errant (Part 3)
[S]he was going to live forever, or die in the attempt. -Joseph Heller, Catch-22 I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste…
Days 24 and 25 (and 26) – Meet me at the Lake
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday – July 10 -12 Soderala, Sweden The sun was high, the lake waters lapped gently at the sandy shore. Victor had taken his rightful place as DJ for the day out to the lake, blasting classics on our corner of the small yet nice beach. I was lounging on the sand,…
Days 23 – Activating Compassion
Sunday July 9 There was a distance between you and Ia misunderstanding once but nowwe look it in the eye Rascal Flatts, “Life is a Highway” She had a long night. From the bed and breakfast’s whirlwind welcome to the critic from across the cape, Joey had dealt with pretty much every disaster under the…
Day 11 – Work Stay my Days Away
Tuesday June 27 Aight fam, here’s the lowdown: I love tomatoes. Be sliced, diced, pureed or sautéed, in a box, with a fox – I’ll eat tomatoes any way, whadda ya say. But I have re-planted so many tomato plants in the past 36 hours, if I had to tie a stalk to a post…
Day 7 – A Midsommar Night’s Dream
Friday June 23 – Midsommar Eve Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me? – William Shakespeare When…