Gandalf (the storm, not the Lord of the Rings character) hit the Wasatch Front earlier this month, I remember being grateful the snow I was shoveling from my walk way was as light as powdered sugar. It was the snow that reminded my why many a Utah license plate boldly claim “Greatest Snow on Earth.”
Continue ReadingMountain West Small Business Finance was my first real job. Sure, I had baby sat plenty of the neighborhood kids, and sold lemonade on our street corner, but they were my first experience working for an actual company. (And while I’m thinking about it, never has the mantra “location, location, location” been more meaningful than my flop as a lemonade salesman. A cul-de-sac may be safe for kids, but it’s hard to turn a profit my friends.)
Continue ReadingI don’t remember much of my Dad’s wardrobe from my youth (this was probably a defense mechanism); but one particular shirt stands out. It was an old-school style baseball tee: red three-quarter sleeves attached to a white center with the words “ANYWHERE BUT BYU” in shiny crimson silk-screened letters. Not to start this foray into the blogosphere by offending fans of the Team Down South (Mountain West loves their BYU friends), but the blood definitely runs red in our family.
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