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Max Hall hates the University of Utah and everything about them.--- I hate broccoli. That pretty much sums up my hatred.....Oh I forgot squash and oysters and Donald Trumps hair.
Encouraging results from a recent Dan Jones poll show 69 percent of Utahns support statewide laws protecting LGBT folks against job and housing discrimination. While that figure is a little higher than I expected -- I was thinking around 62 percent -- what is really surprising is that a mere 28 percent opposed anti-discrimination laws.
I was so agreeably full of turkey and ambrosia salad that I neglected to post a Friday Letters Round-up last week.� But had I managed to rouse myself from that postprandial torpor, I'm sure this Trib letter, from Charley Bishop of Kanab, would have been at the top of the list.
For
the most part artwork tends to flow into one of several norms, the
most average being a canvased piece as so on from there. But few
times to people ever view the piece they're buying as both a unique
display and a utility in one.
The Weigand Center, a downtown day-time homeless shelter operated by Catholic Community Services, was on the edge of shutting down completely earlier this year. Center administrators approached the downtown Salt Lake City business community for donations, but came away empty handed, they say.
As
you're sitting back and enjoying this Thanksgiving weekend (or more
likely are getting trampled at some Black Friday sale), we've taken a
moment to post up an interview with a local icon that's been speaking
on the ideas of friends, family and faith (which the holiday should
be about) and focusing on the troubling and sometimes chaotic
times... with the voice of a sister. --- Sister Dottie S. Dixon
has emerged as a fixture in both the local theatre and radio
circuits, as well as becoming an active voice for the GLBT community
overnight.
For weeks now, you've been having romantic visions of waltzing into Aunt Margie's house Thanksgiving Day carrying a brace of glorious pies -- apple and blueberry, maybe -- with carefully constructed lattice-top crusts. ("Of course, homemade crusts are a little tricky," you'd admit with a modest downward glance, "but the store-bought kind never seem flaky enough.")
