The flight today from Salt Lake City to St. Louis took something on the order of two and a half hours. O, the suffering that I endure for my art! I couldn’t help but associate myself in my mind with the discomforts and hardships undergone by nineteenth-century Latter-day Saint pioneers, who often traveled roughly the same route, albeit in reverse. (They commonly came through St. Louis for supplies as they began their journey across the plains and over the... Read more