I wasn’t here until after the Renaissance. Up until that time I was living in the valley of the winding waters (now known as Idaho)
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Back in the day, the fam would visit the relatives in Holladay. That was a trek. It seemed like it would take hours.
Going to Ute football games and sitting on the aluminum bleachers. Tailgating was in the west parking lot. I remember an evening pep rally, and there was a huge announcement about who shot JR Ewing from the TV show Dallas, so people wouldn’t miss the rally. I vaguely recall visiting Fort Douglas back then. Of course I knew it was there.
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I remember the trek from Orem to Bountiful to see my aunt and uncle. The hopscotch of freeway and highway made the trip take a lot longer than it wou
D take now - even with today’s traffic.
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For me the trip that took longer - even though it was shorter - was going to Keith O’Briens in Sugarhouse. I really hated that store, prolly because I got some shoes there the other kids laughed at.
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Because the cool kids didn’t wear Mary Janes.
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No Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars?
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I’d wear ‘em to church if it was up to me. White tube socks, too!
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I really don’t like to talk about that because it’s so tiresome to explain what it was like to be encased in a block of ice, on the top of Kings Peak, for 900 years. Nobody believes me anyway.
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That reminds me of Stevens-Brown sporting goods right there on 21st south. It was the place to go for athletic gear. I bought my football cleats there. I recall that it was a pretty expensive store for my nearly-empty teenage pocket.
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