The boulevard still smells like red dust if the wind is off Snow Canyon.

The first gauge was a leftover mason step from a sandstone crew that cut stairs for a Bloomington retaining wall. The first ledger was chalk on a crate. The charter has not changed: tread height first, recut second, photographs never.

We still will not grind a driver sole as a courtesy. The quarry maps scoring wedges. Grit still files the heel while the trunk stays shut overnight. That is the whole story, recut every June.