“He takes them to a pastry shop to eat some good cakes.”

For as long as I can remember – my very earliest reading days in the 50s – Babar was one of my favorite children’s books. I always loved this page, where Babar takes his two little cousins Arthur and Celeste to a patisserie… those pastries always looked so good to me, and my mother had already introduced me to the delights of brioches.


Yesterday was my wife’s birthday, and we spent the day doing a massive Yarn Hop around the local yarn stores of Salt Lake, but before heading home, we stopped in at “Gourmandise,” a French bakery/café that sits at 250 South 300 East, right where the original Ratskeller Pizza Shoppe used to be.


Photo from their website

That display of pastries and other goodies is Babar come to life for me, and the quality is every bit what I would expect. (No, they’e not paying me for this post.)

Here are two of the goodies we brought home last night, the other two were devoured before I thought of writing this, and they were absolutely divine.


Yes, they’re pricey – but you don’t find stuff like this for a buck and a quarter at Smith’s. It’s probably a very good thing that I’m not wealthy enough or close enough to patronize these guys on a regular basis, or I’d look like Fat Albert.

The Old Wolf has *belch*  spoken.

♫ There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight ♫

While this looks photoshopped, it’s an actual phenomenon, a fire swirl caused by a heat-generated vortex.

March 11, 2003 – a Salt Lake City strip mall goes up in flames due to faulty attic wiring above a shoe repair shop.

The view from my office, Cathedral of the Madeline in the center (it wasn’t close to the fire)

Employees and bystanders form a brigade to rescue clothing from a dry cleaner’s before it goes up. Felt-Buchhorn, a long-time landmark in Salt Lake, fell victim to the recent recession.

Oh, the irony.

Article here.

The Old Wolf has spoken.

To my Friends in London

Tonight, the flame will be lit. In a week, the games will begin. And in two short weeks thereafter, the games will be over. In the seven years since the Mother Country was awarded the honor of hosting the Olympic Games,  the face of your city has been transformed. And you’ve suffered – how you’ve suffered.

This colonist understands your pain.

This is my city – we have been there, done that, and bought the teeshirt. Granted, Salt Lake is a lot smaller than London, and the Winter Games not quite as big as the summer ones – but the overall impact on the region and its economy could be considered comparable.

Our home, its people and its culture were subject to microscopic scrutiny and ongoing disparagement as a result of the bidding scandal which brought us the games in the first place.

We suffered through partial or complete closure of our main freeway corridor for four years, as every major interchange, numerous bridges,  and every foot of the roadbed was rebuilt and expanded. While the freeway was disrupted, our light rail line was also being installed, and countless local roads were being ripped up to allow for increased traffic, and construction around the venue sites guaranteed endless detours and interminable delays. We were not amused.

Since 2005, the home of Francis Bacon, Thomas Beckett and Alec Guinness has seen the construction of the Olympic Stadium, the aquatic center, the Olympic Village, the Olympic Park, the Heron, and the Ministry of Truth uh, sorry, “the Shard.” Other buildings are close to completion, and I’m sure your nightmare has been at the very least equal to, if not greater than ours.

Ten years on, I would welcome the games back in a heartbeat – from where I sit, it was all worth it.

Just this year Salt Lake put forth a case to the USOC requesting consideration for a second bid in 2022. The USOC declined, saying that additional preparation would lend strength to the bid, so we may be looking at 2016 – but I can tell you that many people here were deeply disappointed. It was the experience of a lifetime.

As the games drew closer, there was a palpable feeling of pride and excitement in the air. Olympic fever is catching, and while there were a few diehard naysayers who grumbled through the entire experience, most people were delighted that we had a chance to showcase our city to the world, as well as host the games.

As soon as the call for volunteers went out, I jumped at the chance.

Here’s our gang – a part of International Client Services, working as interpreters in the Main Media Center. As a result of my job there, I wasn’t able to attend a single event in person, but we did get to see the dress rehearsal for the opening ceremony, and then attend an amazing party after the games – but because it was the media center, all the events were broadcast on huge screens all around the building, so I felt like I had missed almost nothing. And, we got to see a lot of athletes close up as they came in for interviews.

Alisa Camplin, gold-medal aerial skier, with two of her fellow Aussies. Oi! Oi! Oi!

Outside the venues and downtown, there was always something going on:

Mimes on the street

Pin Trading

For just a brief moment in time, our city looked like this:

Bright, polished, dressed up in her finest gown for a two-week party.

And when the games commenced, it was all about the athletes; the amazing performances by the likes of Salé and Pelletier, Sarah Hughes, Fritz Strobl, Janica Kostelić, and many, many others – not to forget the UK Curling Team!

Margaret Morton, Janice Rankin, Rhona Martin, Debbie Knox and Fiona Macdonald with their 2002 Olympic gold medals

The scandals, the headaches, the challenges, the bumps along the road – all of it fades in comparison with the astonishing personal and team effort exerted by a handful of the best athletes the world will ever know. Watching them perform was riveting, and to have been the host city which made their performances possible was a splendid honor. And when the games were over, we still had all these wonderful venues which can now be enjoyed by the public and athletes from all over the country and all over the world.

So keep a stiff upper lip, cousins. The logistical nightmare will soon be over, but the memory of the united effort will last for a lifetime. I wish you a safe games, a successful games, and a lasting glow of both endurance and accomplishment.

Let the games begin!

The Old Wolf has spoken.

[Edit: This was written before Mitt Romney went over there and disgraced himself in front of your entire nation. Sod his opinion – he should have known better.]


Salt Lake City – Lyric Theatre

Salt Lake used to have a number of great movie houses; the Center Theatre, the Villa, the Utah Theatre, and the Lyric are ones that I remember well.

By the time I got to Salt Lake in 1969, coming out from New York where I was raised, the Lyric had become a rather seedy second-run joint, but in the 40’s it was very active both as a live theatre and as a movie house – it became known as the Lyric sometime around 1947.

Lyric Theatre, February 24, 1947 – Found at Utah Heritage Society

In a touch of serendipity, Pinocchio is the movie I recall seeing at the lyric around 1969; I had several hours to kill before I caught a bus to Los Angeles to visit my dad, and I remember sitting in the theatre and watching the whole show 3 times in a row. Back in those days they had newsreels, shorts, cartoons, and a feature presentation. If you came in late, you could just stay until the next show began. Frankly, I miss those days.

Lyric Theatre Interior

In 1971 it was closed as a movie house, and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints bought the building and remodeled it as the Promised Valley Playhouse. During the course of ripping down the marquee, beautiful sculptures were uncovered; the Church hired a restoration expert, and the façade was restored to its original appearance.

The newly-restored Promised Valley Playhouse

Entryway sculptures – closeup

The Venus statue was restored by Arcstone Casting and Design. The original work was created of hammered tin; the statue was restored through composite materials and a new steel armature.

The theatre was used by the Church for local productions and also by the community; my own son had the privilege of performing there as part of a stake play when he was about 12. Tragically, theatre closed in 1996 due to structural problems.

Salt Lake County paid $50,000 for an architectural study, but voted on July 17 2001 against purchasing or leasing the theatre because of the high cost of restoring it. The study concluded that restoration of the Orpheum Theater (the original name when it was constructed in 1911) would cost between $2 million (for a basic seismic upgrade) and $30 million (for a full restoration).

The owner of the building, Zions Securities, demolished the building in 2003 for a multi-story car park; the facade and lobby was preserved and used for office and retail space.

The Lyric is gone, but it will always exist in memory.

The Old Wolf has spoken.