March 1983
We’d decided early on that we didn’t want to live on base, so the day after we arrived in Utah, we started to search for a place not far from Hill AFB. Within a few days, we’d found the perfect place — a two-bedroom basement apartment in nearby Kaysville.
The map shows Kaysville in relation to Salt Lake City
to the south and Hill AFB to the north.
Sure, Bill and Shirley, the owners of the apartment, wanted a bit of rental income, but more than that, they wanted a trustworthy couple who would house-sit for them during their frequent escapes to the warmer climes of southern Utah. As such, they gave us the run of their home, generously inviting us to use the entire house in their absence. That must be why I have no photos of our apartment — at least not in the photo album I’m presently scanning.
Settling into our first place in Utah, Mui began his daily routine at the base while I started one of the things that I have always dreaded (and still do) — searching for a job. I was lucky and within a few weeks, I was gainfully employed at Petrolex, a small company in Salt Lake City. I mean it when I say a small company — there were just three employees: Burke, the president; Dave, the vice president; and me, the corporate and administrative secretary. The company represented the owners of oil and gas land leases. It was my job to prepare the submissions we made to big oil companies that might have an interest in acquiring the drilling rights to such land.
Life was good.
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