During those early years we were always trying something crazy. I think we were just trying to discover or invent ourselves. I hope you young ones will realize you don't have to lock yourselves into anything. Life is the most fun when it is continually changing and morphing into something different even if that different is uncertain or rocky. And I hope us old ones will realize that we are never to old to try something new, learn something different or even just change a long-held idea. I'll bet we were the only duplex in Salt Lake City with bunny poop spread all over our yard, and I'm sure the neighbors were not happy. Boy, did it ever stink and it was ugly and hairy and kind of a sick grey green color.
Why, you might ask, did you have bunny beans on your front lawn? Because, we had heard that a big SLC entrepreneur was going to open up a rabbit meat processing plant and was going to need rabbits. We made an investment in 60 New Zealand White breeding does. They were beautiful big, meaty bunnies and they reproduced like, well like rabbits. We had cages and rented a big shed and developed a watering system and the rabbits were happily multiplying and then the guy died.
   "How could he!" I exclaimed. Wynn shrugged, and said something to the effect that apparently he wasn't considering our needs. All that work, all the money we really couldn't afford to lose. Oh well.
    Now you should ask, "What does someone do with 60 +++ white rabbits.?" The answer is one sells them to whoever will take them off your hands for whatever price they are willing to pay. And how does an even poorer young married couple transport all those furry bunnies to the buyer in Ogden? Answer: Loose and as quickly as possible in the trunk of the Toyota. I was praying so hard that a policeman wouldn't pull us over and ask to look in the trunk.
Would I do it again? Sure. It was a good idea. We had done our research. We had set up shop, logically and methodically and that's a Mink Creek kind of thing to do even if it was in Salt Lake.