It’s a gloomy, cold day here in the SLC, and as I watch a light flurry of snow flutter past my windows on the 13th Floor, I’m feeling a little melancholy and nostalgic. (“What?!” you’re probably thinking, “Bennion? Melancholy and nostalgic? The deuce you say!” Yeah, yeah, I know… but it is true.) Seems an appropriate time to post this, a moody image from days not that far gone, but which may as well be a century ago…

I miss these old girls, and the future they once represented… the one I once imagined…

Photo source here; thanks to my buddy Mike Gillilan for passing me the link.