We were flying back on a flight from Denver to Salt Lake City the day before Valentine’s. The plane was a smaller commuter jet and not quite so roomy, but we soon engaged in a very nice and cozy conversation for the entire flight. I learned tons about you, even where you worked, but never got your name! I tried to contact you at work later that week, and though the staff believed they knew who I was referring to, would not share your name with me.
If you work at the Utah Natural Museum of History and remember me, I’d love to hear from you – I really thought we had a connection and I deeply regret I did not learn more about you to continue our discussion…
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