A few weeks ago, my Dad sent us a forward titled, Only in Utah. It was a fairly lame list compiled by Jeff Foxworthy; a bunch of You-Know-You're-in-Utah-When scenarios about speed limits, hitting deer, how everyone in Utah leaves their houses unlocked, etc. I read it and deleted it. (Mostly because I hate forwards.)
It snowed this morning. When I heard music from the ice cream truck in the afternoon, I thought to myself, Only in Utah.
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