Tonight, I miss San Francisco … I miss A Bicycle Odyssey in Sausalito (and Tony Tom, the owner) and City Cycle in the Marina (and Clay Mankin, RIP) … I miss the Hi-Ball Lounge in North Beach and I miss Spencer’s upstairs in the back room of the DNA Lounge … and I miss the sound of the cable cars ringing as they go up Powell Street around the corner from my shitty little studio on Nob Hill.

I love Salt Lake City, but sometimes I wonder if it’s time to start thinking about going back home.

And then I step outside of my condo and look up at the majesty of Mt. Olympus (and the Wasatch in general), and I can’t imagine being anywhere else.