My wife and I never think of ourselves as "stuck" in Salt Lake City — with a morning to kill before a meeting in Provo that night, we had a chance to walk around town and see things.

Like what's emerging from the wreckage of the old ZCMI and Crossroads malls.

And the Brigham Young gardens just east of the Church Office Building.

And the graves of Brigham Young and some of his family members, along with the plaques commemorating the writers of "O My Father" and "Come, Come, Ye Saints."

And, of course, a quick walk up Canyon Road to see where my family lived when I was 4 years old. Much has been beautified and the parks have expanded, but alas, nobody was taking care of the beauty of the city when builders tore down so many grand old houses and replaced them with cigar-box apartment buildings with fake mansard roofs.

Putting a mansard roof facade on a building is like wearing a cheap Beatles wig to your wedding.

The whole time, we were planning that the climax of our little walking tour would be the LDS church's Museum of Church History and Art just west of Temple Square.

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