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.
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.