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When you’re homeless, it’s like swimming in molasses. Fortunately, many homeless in southwest Utah are finding their footing thanks to Switchpoint and…
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As day breaks, I take a brisk walk. I open the corral and let my imagination gallop.I awaken, surrounded by thousands of acres of desert, hills, and…
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Welcome back, visitors to southwest Utah. Welcome to our “Ferris Bueller” era. It’s where we remind you—“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and…
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I enter the chamber, giving myself a TSA-like pat-down. I don’t want coins rolling under the radiation slab.I partly undress, clamber aboard the trolly…
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You know the warning you get in expensive stores— “You break it, you own it”? Well, it doesn’t apply to national treasures in Southwest Utah. They’ve been…
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My blue hockey puck has two full-time jobs. It’s a paperweight for trash. It’s also a moral compass, guiding my day.The puck isn’t slapshot material. It…
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Something caught my eye as I climbed to my St. George mailbox. There to the north was a solitary hang glider, swooping near Red Cliffs National…
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It’s come to my attention that there are three kinds of “day tripping.” There was “Daytripper,” the 1965 Beatles psychedelic song. Second, there are…
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Now that we have phone apps that check blood-oxygen levels and your sunshine exposure, we need one that detects your capacity to handle the day’s news.…
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I guess you can thank the explorers, miners and roughnecks who built the transcontinental railroad for some frisky names on Utah’s map.Consider…