I went to Sandy library tonight in search of a copy of Larry H Miller's autobiography, 'Driven.' I didn't find the book, but I did find an intriguing insight into how Mormons have truly fled the sweaty concrete charms of downtown Salt Lake City for the burbs.---
I first started my search for a copy of Miller's life, penned with Doug Robinson, in Sam Weller's. They had sold out and didn't expect copies from Deseret Books for a week. So I figured I'd save myself the absurd $25 cover price and go to the library.
Sandy library's friendly manager Darren was at the information desk and kindly consulted his computer. "We have 210 copies," he said, "but none in at the moment." Since there's a waiting list of 400 folks who want to read the Utah Jazz man's memoirs, my search again drew a blank.
So I suggested he try the Salt Lake City library, where I have a copy of the Brit 1970s retro time travel cop drama, 'Life on Mars,' waiting for me. Darren raised an eyebrow in dry amusement. "They have 12 copies and 43 holds."
So there you have it - if you ever wanted evidence of the long-commented trend that those of the dominant faith in Utah's capital prefer the sterile if pleasantly peaceful streets of Sandy to the concrete nirvana of downtown, Larry points the way.