Picto Diary - 1,2,3,4 September 2018 - Electric Bike

Above: Deux Magots Walkers look at Old Town, Park City, and Quitting Time ski run of Park City Mountain. 01 September 2016.

Today's walk hike, up to top of Trappers Gate trail, and back to Wasatch Bagel, was 12,900 steps, about six and one half miles.

02 September - No image entry. TIMDT, KAT and Mwah (sic) did Barn Walk together, 3.5 miles. Joined Rudy Jr. and Portland family for lunch at Sundance.

Above: Moose. Payday and Iron Canyon Drive. Park City, UT. 03 September 2018.

The same pesky moose family we've been seeing around our neighborhood since the beginning of August. Its funny how these animals, unlike deer, don't seem to be bothered by human activity, even cars, as long as one doesn't act in a way to threaten them or spook them. To capture the above image, I just drove slowly up to near where they were, rolled down the window and took the picture.

Labor Day

TIMDT and Mwah (sic) lunch at Trio SLC and browsing Barnes and Nobel Bookstore in Sugarhouse.

Above: The Actuary with his electric bike. Wasatch Bagel. Park City, UT. 04 September 2018.

Walking the talk. Environmentally friendly... compared to a car... and keeps the traffic down.

Addendum:

Terrific synopsis.

Is a rough rebounder different from what I understand?

Basketball,
Pelham, NY

Reference: "The Great Revolt," by Selena Zito and Brad Todd
Rough Rebounders: Voters who have experienced a setback in life and see the same kind of vulnerability and recovery in Trump as they have experienced. More secular than other parts of the Trump coalition. Trump's coarseness and profanity on the campaign trail reinforced his authenticity to them - and made Trump a candidate worth walking through the fire of media ridicule to support. A group of Americans who had overcome adversity and imperfection in their own lives.

Your account of the trains reminds me of my first trip to Woodruff, Utah about 1957. I-80 had not yet been built so I was on the old winding, narrow 2 lane road east to Evanston and beyond. The steepest grade on the Union Pacific line is Ogden to Evanston. I was chasing a very long freight train up Echo Canyon in my 1953 Ford Coupe when suddenly the steam engines came into view! There were 3 or 4 of them on the front of the freight train bellowing steam out into the cold early morning air—it’s a sight that will forever be engraved in my memory! Those dark huge hunks of metal with steam powered arms that drove the big wheels forward! The diesels do a great job today but have none of the romance of the steam engines.

Evanston was quite a town in those days—weekends the town was filled with railroad workers, oil field workers, cowboys and sheep herders all trying to find liquor and some excitement on Front Street. There must have been 15 or 20 bars on Front Street. The quiet Mormon community stayed far from Front Street. There were a couple of old hotels on Front Street (right out of the western movies)—one of them may have been Freeman’s where the Greyhound and Trailways buses stoped. The cheaper one had rooms with a hot bath for $2.50 to $3.00—very nice after a week or two of no running water. Eventually that year I became a top hand at the Deseret Land and Livestock Company earning the princely salary of $150 a month with room and board and chewing tobacco. The Jolly Roger near the river had been closed a year or two before but enjoyed the mythical reputation as one of Wyoming’s better brothels(I’m not sure it ever was a brothel).—Kemmerer’s brothel was still active into the 70s. James Cash Penny started his first store in Kemmerer in 1902. (I had the pleasure of meeting him at a Mother of the Year award program at the Waldorf Astoria in NYC. His wife was a principal supporter and my wife was providing the flute music!)

At one time during and right after the construction of the railroad a large number of Chinese were brought in to work on the railroad—many lived in a shanty town on the edge of Evanston on the road to Almy/Woodruff where the coal mine was located. In 1881 there was an explosion at the mine killing 36 Chinese and two white men. In 1895 an explosion in the Red Canyon mine killed over 60 Chinese workers. By the 1950s only a handful of Chinese remained in Evanston. The building of the railroad created classes. The Chinese numbered over 2,000 in the final days of construction. They were the lowest class and always lived on the other side of the tracks.

The middle class were the Irish foremen who supervised the Chinese. The highest class were the Europeans/Americans.

Week nights on Front Street were generally calm but weekends the town came to life. Holiday weekends were a riot—lots of drinking and fighting. Cow boys and shepherders, oil field and railroad, etc. Cowboy Days on the labor day weekend was THE big event for the summer. In later years while working on the oil and gas pipelines in Utah and Wyoming I sometimes was tasked with rounding up the workers Sunday night so they would be at work Monday morning. Today Front Street is a very quiet and civilized place.

There was one pharmacy run by Terry Warner’s (BYU professor) uncle. One bank, a large general merchandise store and a five and dime all on the street behind Front Street. There was a tack and boot maker, a surveyor, some lawyers, an accountant and, of course, the train station. An Amoco station stood on the corner where the road turns off Front Street to the railway underpass.

Some thoughts.

The Monk,
Gooseberry, UT

Monk. I hope you keep writing these terrific reminiscences. My frequent passes through Evanston will be enhanced greatly by the background and history you provide.

Riding a Motorcycle across Russia was the trip of my life. You sense some of the things your talking about.

Burning Man,
Reno, NV

My own Russia riding experience (with TIMDT riding pillion) was, in 2014, riding north into Dagestan from Azerbaijan. We rode some rough country Dagestan roads before riding through Ingushita and Chechnya. We left Russia via North Ossetia and its principal town Vladikavkaz. Great time dancing with Russian ladies in an all night disco in Vladikavkaz... TIMDT was there to police! We did our with guides and translators accompanying. Pikers compared to your riding from Vladivostok to Estonia on your own. Russia, for me, is the number two place to visit, after India.

You must have had one shitty education, if you had to learn this history from a book published in the last couple of years or so.

Jack Aroon, Mahwah, NJ.

The considerable parallels between Wilson and Lenin were a surprise to me.

Passing of "Harmo"

Thank you for this information about David’s death. He survived a long time considering his diagnosis! I hope those years were good for them despite his cancer. So much sadness for their whole family!

I’ve corrected Annette’s email addresss for this reply and added Nancy.

Love,
Susie
From: [email protected] <[email protected]>
Sent: Thursday, August 30, 2018 9:31:52 PM
To:
Cc: [email protected]
Subject: Fwd: Sad News (David Harmon)

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Cc: [email protected]
Sent: 8/30/2018 11:53:16 PM Central Europe Standard Time
Subject: Re: Sad News

Dear Laura and Emily,

While I’m not certain how my contact address popped up, I’m grateful you were able to reach me with the unsettling news of David’s passing. So many fond memories of my youth flash across my mind as I recall the times spent together with my best “remote” friend (if you call the distance between American Fork where David lived and Provo where I lived remote. It was difficult to see each other as often as we would have wished). You mention him being known to David to some and Dave to others. To me, he was “Harmo.” We kept up on each other until the time I married and he returned from his mission. I didn’t see him again for probably 40 years at Paul’s funeral in Salt Lake when I was introduced to you and Emily. I would always look forward to the correspondence he shared with my mother each year until her later years and was able to keep up with the Harmon household in Colorado.

When I think of my time with David, I think of fun. We played tennis, fished (I remember one time at an American Fork pond we were about 10 and were biking home with our catch and a dog ran out and bit me just above my Achilles. David knew the hitchhiking drill and thumbed down a pick-up who took us back to his house to get me patched up). We caught and sold night crawlers, rode horses, played baseball and basketball, vacationed with our families at Capistrano Beach, bought and smuggled firecrackers across the border from Tijuana, collected hundreds of coins from the LDS Temple pools in Westwood, slept out in each other’s back yards, watched Steve Allen on the Tonight Show, and saw “The Sound of Music” together at the Utah Theater in 1964 after my family returned from a year in Egypt.

He was a champion to me in so many ways even though I was a year older. It made me feel more important to know him. His family was so dear to us (my mother, father, my older brother Steve) as we remember Paul, Margaret, Marcia, David, Brenda and Greg. Few families experience the unpredictable adversity and tragedy that beset the Harmon’s. To those of us who hold to a purpose in life and eternal relationships, it is a comfort to feel that David will be able to renew his family associations and that you, Emily, Brenda, and those close to David will find consolation in all the good and wonderful things of his life.

With these loving sentiments, we are respectively,

Dee Taylor and family
Cottonwood Heights, Utah

On Aug 29, 2018, at 6:48 PM, Laura Harmon <[email protected]> wrote:

Dear Family and Friends,

I am writing to you this afternoon with some very sad news. Some of you know that David and I have been fighting a battle with prostate cancer for the last eight years, and yesterday, the cancer claimed victory. David passed away peacefully while napping. Needless to say, Emily and I are heartbroken as I can imagine many of you are, as well; he was one of the very best life has to offer. We already miss him terribly.

Emily and I would like to invite you to a gathering in his honor on the lawn in our backyard at 11434 PineValley Drive Franktown, Colorado 80116 on Saturday, September 8, at 10AM. We will reflect on some of our good times with Dave, as he liked to be called. (I still call him David because that’s who he was when we met in the fourth grade in Los Angeles!)

We know that many of you are quite far away and understand that time and distance may prevent your physical attendance. If you can’t be here, we will know that you are here in spirit. Either way, please let us know by Saturday, September 1, if you plan to attend by emailing David’s sister, Brenda, at… [email protected]. After we share our memories, brunch will be served.

We have high regard for the prostate cancer research program at the University of Colorado Hospital. Their caring doctors and staff kept David going several years longer than predicted. If you like, please visit their website at…

https://giving.cu.edu/fund/prostate-center

As you might imagine, Emily and I are scurrying to pull this together is such short notice, and as much as we would absolutely love to hear personally from each and every one of you, we will be unable to respond to texts, emails and phone calls for awhile. We always welcome correspondence via US Mail or carrier pigeon.

Thank you good friends and family for being part of our lives; you make it delightfully meaningful.

With love,
Laura and Emily

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Laura Penn Harmon
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303-324-9388