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“Where are your things?” the building superintendent asked. Erik Sakslad was a retired seaman from Estonia -- big, pink-cheeked and gray-haired -- with a playful grin. “You move to big city with one little suitcase?”
What had I been thinking? As soon as City Hall called me in Salt Lake City, in May 1971, and said I’d gotten the job, I packed up some clothes, makeup and instant coffee, and that was it. The magnitude of my stupidity left me speechless, while Erik laughed his head off.
What had I been thinking? As soon as City Hall called me in Salt Lake City, in May 1971, and said I’d gotten the job, I packed up some clothes, makeup and instant coffee, and that was it. The magnitude of my stupidity left me speechless, while Erik laughed his head off.
