I was mistaken for a man of means in Park City. I could have been Harry Frampton, Oscar Tang, Kent Logan for all the nice sales lady knew. It was kind of cool. I don’t mean that I could pass for a rich guy. It’s more that in mountain towns, you just never know. The lady was just smart enough not to dismiss a stranger in blue jeans who seemed interested in her gallery. You can’t sniff out wealth so easily in the more casual vibe of our communities. Sure, some visitors indeed are ostentatious, but that seems to drop …
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