Exit 8: East Lansing, Michigan
previous: Exit 7: Kaysville, Utah I wonder sometimes what might have happened if I'd moved out of the house when I started college. While many of my friends from high school were reveling in...
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Exit 7: Kaysville, Utah
previous: Exit 6: Provo, Utah I returned from my two-week stint at B.Y.U. full of piss and vinegar. At least, that's what my parents seemed to think. As I dove into my...
Exit 6: Provo, Utah
previous: Exit 5: Kaysville, Utah Of course, things would have been much worse for me had lovely Lia actually reciprocated my feelings. But dammit, I had no such luck. Perhaps we should pause here for a...
Exit 5: Kaysville, Utah
previous: Exit 4: Bountiful, Utah We've got a lot of ground to cover in this section, so keep up and stick close. It was the middle of January 1978 when we moved the ten...
Exit 4: Bountiful, Utah
previous: Exit 3: Liberty, Utah As the summer of '74 wound to its close, the family moved to Bountiful, a picturesque little city about ten minutes north of Salt Lake City, and I plowed right...
Exit 3: Liberty, Utah
previous: Exit 2: Grantsville, Utah My father grew disillusioned with Grantsville -- indeed, with Utah as a whole, though I didn't catch on to this for many years -- fairly quickly, if he had...