Strong Hope: First 24 Hours

Plus, A Few Legends Retire

When I arrived at Strong Hope after a two-hour flight, I wasn’t in the best of moods. I was picked up at the Salt Lake City airport in a nondescript white van by a nice enough lady who answered a few basic questions.

Before my arrival, I’d done practically zero research into what to expect. My psychologist had provided a few choices. I asked my wife’s o…