On the plane, I was the…

On the plane, I was the only non-white (and by non-white, I mean no black, no brown, not even any east asians). 40 rows, 6 seats per row, probably 250 people total, counting the airplane staff. One brown person. Me.

On the other hand, Carol picked me up at the airport and drove me past the new library, possibly the most gorgeous library I've ever seen. It apparently has both a coffee shop *and* a comic book shop inside.

Salt Lake City is so very strange.

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