photo supplement: SLC Supplement, January 8

January 8, 2010: I fly from Newark to Salt Lake City via Houston.

I completely miss my connection in Houston and wait 10 or 11 hours for the next flight to Salt Lake.

Cindy picks me up in Salt Lake and we hit a Beto's, except it's a Ranchito's or Alberto's. I don't understand what has happened to all the Beto's, but I'm always down for 5 Rolled Tacos for $4.

See? Cindy. I wasn't lying.

I sleep in Cindy's basement, in the morning the treasures of her home:

Rested and ready for Utahr!

Andrew drove down from Logan to pick me up, but before we can go, a tune must be selected.

Cindy's dog, puppy-proofed.

The wonders of a retractable (or extendable?) stove top.

"Hmmmm..."

"Well, I suppose you have a point."

At the D.I. Andrew is skeptical of my insistence that this is how you find out if pants will fit or not.

A visit to the state capital.

Brigham finger.

Thoughts turn to democracy.

Brother Farnsworth! I also saw your statue in Washington DC.

Looks like I straightened this all the way into another lean.

Me inside Nielsen's custards.

Up in Logan, we visit Andrew's parents. This was the dog's idea. I was there first.

"What'd you say?"

"Pfff, whatever."

Andrew's dad saw my camera and said "Hey, I've got a Leica, too." He disappeared into the basement for 15 minutes and resurfaced up with this beauty. It had been his father's. I believe this is an M3.

Slipped out and hit up the Wall of Values.

The view from Andrew's backyard.

Descending to his lair,

Gentlemen welcome gentlemen with a cold Stewart's. That's how it's done.

Did any of you email? Nope.

Sunday morning, up the block to church.

Let's hear it for chapels with Scouts Rooms.

Back to Andrew's folks' house for Sunday dinner.

The ultimate honor: A request for a recipe. Here I write it down.

And my reward? All mine to lick.

Fire became necessary.

A favorite landmark at the Berthrong home.

Monday. In n Out in the West Valley. Now I've seen it all.

And at night, Bombay House with family and friends.

Indian food can be SOOO boring!

Owen lends me my car. We finalize the transaction with a handshake.

Tuesday. The view at the Cancun Cafe.

Tuesday night I went to the Mayan. But on Friday (yes, here I jump ahead in time) I went with Maria to the Desert Star Playhouse to see "Twi-Lite: I Was a Teenage Vampire." Holy Smokes. Words cannot describe. But talk with me and I'll try.

Back to the timestream: Wednesday night? A huge night! Beatle's Rock Band at Don's.

Nothing but a brotherhood of rock n roll.

Jared knows something that we don't yet, that he loves to sing "Don't Let Me Down."

After the excellence? Del Taco.

Spent the night on a recliner in the Clark family basement.

Thursday. I return to Brigham Young University for a look around. I am totally freaked out by how everything is the same but everything is different. I realize it's been a long time since I graduated and that I probably looked like a total goof limping around in my beard and camera ensemble.

So...here's your art?

Spotted in the wild: Unicyclist!

Turns out this building has been there for 5 years? But it's new to me every time.

Now this is art. Apparently the mustache bursts into flame every night at 7?

Car transferred back to Owen. Take care of her, Lando.

Jared gave a lecture and fielded questions.

This kid wanted to know if it'd be all right if he did graffiti. Stay advised, Provo Police Department.

Zip up to creepy Salt Lake so Jared can participate in a discussion at a show he was in.

A Council of Artists. Talking and talking. And talking.

Jared's work.

Cher came down. Doesn't this look like a picture from the New Era? "All my friends are doing this-and-that but if I tell them I don't do that will they still be my friends?"