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Utah
Salt Lake City
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February, 2002.
The olympics were on and security was pretty
tight. Lots of activity, tour groups, children's choirs, etc. The
upper levels were pretty stately and atmospheric, but the lower
level had all the appeal of an interstate rest area. The men's room
was obviously someone's secret smoking area, and though not dirty,
seemed to by cleaned with water and not chemicals. Chemicals good.
Especially after the kind of payload I left behind.