I remember Salt Lake when it was a real lake. I use to play in the reeds and catch crawdads in the drainage across the road from the grade school. Childhood rumors was the lake was bottomless and protected by a mad man who shot at you with a shot gun loaded with rock salt. I played in an old concert bunker overlooking the lake from a high ground behind Anderson Circle....
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