Picture this: You're a self-employed realtor—we are all self employed, really—who hasn't sold a home in a month, and a potential buyer calls and wants to see the listing you just put on the market. It's kind of in the middle of nowhere, but you agree to meet this stranger at 8 p.m.
It is so ironic to me that at one time, almost half the population of Salt Lake City rode trolley cars around town on 150 miles of track, and today, the Utah Transit Authority is hustling to fill the Trax trains during rush hours
When I was 15 years old, I was sent by my family to a small private school called Wasatch Academy in little Mt. Pleasant, Utah, just north of Manti on scenic Highway 89.
