Today I thought I'd do something I haven't done before. I will simply relate, non-poetically and empirically, what I did today.
I woke up in Logan, Utah and it was very cold. Me and my friends got involved in service and then I was dropped off in Ogden, Utah. I rode five miles to the train station. It was pleasant and rural and a refreshing ride. After getting a ride to north temple street in Salt Lake City. The train system and city creek mall are very impressive. Afterwards I rode with a friend back to Ogden to see a hockey game ( Weber State vs. BYU ). It was great. I felt like a kid again. I rode to the train station, getting there just in time. It was downhill the entire way. Boy was I glad to see the words "UNION STATION" in big red neon on Wall Street. The 2-hour ride home was tiring but invigorating. I had many good conversations with some passengers. After I got off the train is when I had the greatest exchange of the evening. A gentleman from Bozeman, Montana was holding up a sign that read "CHIHUAHUA". He had an air of one who is completely liberated. He remarked that "they treat gringos really good there. And it is getting colder, and martial law is coming, so Mexico is the place to be. You should try it. . . " He wandered off into the night as I bicycled to where I'd be staying that night
I woke up in Logan, Utah and it was very cold. Me and my friends got involved in service and then I was dropped off in Ogden, Utah. I rode five miles to the train station. It was pleasant and rural and a refreshing ride. After getting a ride to north temple street in Salt Lake City. The train system and city creek mall are very impressive. Afterwards I rode with a friend back to Ogden to see a hockey game ( Weber State vs. BYU ). It was great. I felt like a kid again. I rode to the train station, getting there just in time. It was downhill the entire way. Boy was I glad to see the words "UNION STATION" in big red neon on Wall Street. The 2-hour ride home was tiring but invigorating. I had many good conversations with some passengers. After I got off the train is when I had the greatest exchange of the evening. A gentleman from Bozeman, Montana was holding up a sign that read "CHIHUAHUA". He had an air of one who is completely liberated. He remarked that "they treat gringos really good there. And it is getting colder, and martial law is coming, so Mexico is the place to be. You should try it. . . " He wandered off into the night as I bicycled to where I'd be staying that night
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