This morning at 8:00 Sandra and I were at UVRMC (the local “big” hospital) for her MRI. I decided that rather than sit for an hour in a sterile waiting room playing with my new Blackberry device, I’d go get some breakfast. So I went to McDonald’s, and that took all of 10 minutes.
So I drove around.
UVRMC is at the northwestern corner of what I call “central Provo.” That’s where the grid of streets gets interrupted by the Grandview hill, and in the heart of that grid are a few places that were pretty important to me a decade ago.
I drove past the Acadamy Square library, built in the gutted-then-renovated facade of the old Brigham Young Acadamy. From there I drove past the little house on the 400 block of 2nd east where Sandra and I had our first married apartment, living downstairs from my friend the genius after whom I named “Kevyn” a decade later.
I drove a couple of blocks over to 341n 300e, which was my last “single” apartment — a house I shared with four other guys and a married couple who got the basement. I drove past the first LDS church Sandra and I attended as a married couple. I looked at the contstruction-atop-a-smoking-hole where the ratty old piano store used to be, where I worked for about 4 months.
I circled BYU campus, where I graduated about 11 years ago with my Bachelor’s Degree in music composition. On my way back towards the hospital I drove past 876N 300W, where RMS Audio and HoTay productions joined forces in 1995 to create Sanctus Records (which I sold off six years later). And finally, I drove past the house where Chalain was living when I first met him.
“Central Provo” used to seem much bigger.