Well we had to postpone our trip to the Midwest to see places I hadn't seen in around 60 years. Someoe threw, of all things, a hard Bosco pear at my front window late one night, shattering pieces of glass all over the living room. My son insisted that, before I leave on a trip, I get the front windows covered with a material that would keep them from shattering if this happened again. I can't imagine who would want to do this to my house as I don't know any of my neighbors, so don't have quarrels with anyone. I think it was probably just a dumb kid, perhaps drunk, who did it for "fun." In any event after I finally got this done to the windows, we were reluctant to drive to the Midwest because by then it was very cold at night there, and I was afraid of what might happen if our car were to break down at night in the wilds of Nebraska in freezing weather. We'll wait for warmer weather.
But, since we were in the travel mood, we decided to drive up to see Salt Lake City. Mistake. The drive from So. California on the I-15 is really a drag going through Utah. Nothing but desert with some tiny towns every so often of mostly just houses and one of those tall steepled Mormon churches along the way. A long very boring drive. Salt Lake City, tho, is lovely. Ths State Capitol Building and the Mormon Temple are gorgeous when seen lit up at night. The Great Salt Lake is nothing much to see, just a big boring dead lake, with no sea birds or animals. I had heard that Mormons don't drink alcohol, so I looked for liquor stores and didn't see a one, just an occasional sign that said "beer." We don't imbibe except maybe wine now and then, but it was very different than So. Calif. There are no call phones along the highways in Utah from which to summon help if your car breaks down. Oh, and the freeway going thru Utah was the first freeway I'd seen that said "Speed limit 80 miles per hour." We took advantage of it, especially leaving the state, anxious to get the h..l out of Dodge.
Marj
