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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 27 of 307 the renters. He offers incredibly low rents to people he trusts and expects them to be good renters. The previous renter introduced us. In Sanpete it really isn't what you know but who you know. The Allred after the Nephi in my name didn't hurt in getting this deal either. Einar pulled up his backhoe behind the small house, a two-story limestone brick, built in 1870 by starry-eyed Danish pioneers who had followed Brigham Young across the open plains in search of the promised land. Einar raised the front loader as high as it would go and then started climbing up so he could stand in it and look through the window. "I'd let you in the front door, Einar." I smiled. "As a matter of fact, I think you've got a key." "Shh! I'm trying to spy on you. How'd you spot me?" Einar has to be about the coolest old guy in Utah. His jokes are corny but plentiful. "I think it was the backhoe." "A bit much?" "Yeah." - I could see that he had a bubble wrapped pane of glass in the front loader with him. I looked at the window that he was aiming at. There was a crack. I sometimes miss the very obvious. There was a toilet that faced that window. I probably looked right |