Robert Kirby: Wasting away again in Boredomville

On Feb. 1, 1970, almost exactly 50 years ago, my family arrived in Utah from California. Just after midnight, we exited Interstate 15 at 4500 South, and headed east to our new home in Holladay.It was a bigger house than we were accustomed to. Also more expensive. I was immediately suspicious. This time, the Old Man had purchased a house rather than rent one. Was it a clue to my future? Was he planning to make Zion our last stop?But nothing stops. You might think it does, but in reality we’