http://www.cityweekly.net/utah/articles.sec-8424-1-private-eye.html By John Saltas

The last time I wrote in this space was back in March. In newspaper years, that equals about 13 human years.]]> By John Saltas

Several weeks ago, I poked my head out of my hiding hole, saw my shadow and rushed back inside to avoid the most recent session of the Utah Legislature. ]]> By John Saltas

I had the pleasure—and it really was a pleasure—to meet Larry H. Miller one time. This newspaper was still in its newsletter stage, and I had been asked to produce a program for an upcoming national softball tournament that was soon to take place in Salt Lake City.]]> By John Saltas

From the time I became eligible to vote in 1972, I have never voted for a Republican candidate for president. I was ready to break that trend this coming November had Jon Huntsman Jr. become the Republican nominee for that high office.]]> By John Saltas

About the only thing I did right this holiday season was attend a performance of Annie at the Pioneer Memorial Theatre just a few days before Christmas.]]> By John Saltas

I’ve always had a soft spot for our military veterans. I’ve always admired and feared them. I can trace that to when I was very young and the guys up in Bingham Canyon returned from war with scary stories and scarier scars. Most of our parents or relatives had served in World War II, a war to which Bingham Canyon gave up its fair share of young men who died in either Europe or the Pacific, including my cousin George Kastanis.]]> By John Saltas

As if there hasn’t been enough distressing news lately, I’ve just read in The Daily Utah Chronicle that the Crazy Lady may have danced her last jig.]]> By John Saltas

I haven’t written a column in a couple of weeks. In my absence, the columnist-topic pinsetters have been busy setting up wacky story after wacky story—this is Utah, after all, magnetic true north for all things weird.]]> By John Saltas

I’ve lived with Mormons my entire life (via blood, friendship and jackasses I can’t stand) and seldom gave any thought as to whether or not they were Christian.]]> By John Saltas

There’s no sugarcoating the ass kicking the Utah Utes football team received at the hands of the University of Washington on Oct. 1.]]> By John Saltas

You’d think that with the University of Utah football team beating the Holy Crap out of Holier Than Thou BYU head football coach Bronco Mendenhall and his band of quitters, ]]> By John Saltas

I gotta tell you, that new head honcho at Media News Group, John Paton, has my respect. In case you missed the buried stories in The Salt Lake Tribune...]]> By John Saltas

Alison Krauss headlined the final Red Butte Garden concert of the 2011 season on Sunday, Sept. 4. In case you missed her, don’t do so again, as of all the musicians who frequent these parts, Krauss is one of the very special ones.]]> By John Saltas

For the life of me, I can’t figure out Utah’s love affair with Mitt Romney. Take away that he’s a Mormon, and there’s no way Utahns would go for this guy. No way. Well, maybe.]]> By John Saltas

I’ve been out of town for nearly a week, doing some business and some pleasure in Chicago and Milwaukee—two cities that are about as different from Salt Lake City as can be.]]> By John Saltas

Last week, a computer glitch ate my column, sparing you the five wasted minutes of reading it. ]]> By John Saltas

By and large, writing this column for so many years is probably no different than writing about a Utah-BYU football game when it comes to topic.]]> By John Saltas

Last evening, I got a text from a good friend asking me if I were watching the GOP “presidential” debate in New Hampshire. I wasn’t and had no intentions of doing so.]]> By John Saltas

Outside of the rain—which abated enough to allow me to finally get my vegetable garden planted—this past Memorial Day Weekend was pleasant enough. That’s even counting the panicked hours spent looking for a missing kid ...]]> By John Saltas

Yes, my formerly septic elbow is doing fine. Thanks for asking. Whereas a few weeks ago I could easily insert the better part of a Valencia orange into the gaping wound on my left arm ...]]>