Facebook has a neat feature allowing users to list places they've lived.
They have a specific format for that list which includes dates of
residence. Since I don't want to bother with dates, but would like to put
down places, for my own interest at least. I will do that here. Places are
Well, that wasn't as widely varied as I thought it might be. This doesn't include vacation or business trip visits, the most memorable of which was a visit to the Cochabamba Bolivia Ward. That was before the Temple was built there. Cochabamba is not included here, although we did rent a place there for about a month.
Just a note: Dallin Oaks and I went to BYU at the same time. I arrived as a second semester sophomore. He showed up as President. I have an interesting story of his son, a new "Oaks" in his class, explaining his relationship to the new BYU President as, "His father is my grandfather." The story behind hearing that story is more interesting, and much more complicated!
It appears I've been to more states than I've not visited. I have no particular desire to visit the rest. In order to get a feel of the flavor of any particular area, it takes living there for an extended time.
Aside from Panama and Bolivia, and a few visits to Canada, these were business trips. The most interesting visa stamp in my collection of passports are the China visits. The stamps take up a whole page.
Also, my most memorable immigration port was coming from Hong Kong to Shenzhen, China. We took a train north, then walked across a bridge into China proper. The lady at the immigration desk may have looked at me, but I didn't see it. She wrote something in it, then tossed it in a careless looking motion onto the counter just past her desk. The passport landed with great precision in the center of the counter, so the careless looking motion must have been well practiced. I offered thanks, "Xièxiè." ("謝謝") She was already busy writing in the next person's passport. I watched her process this very Chinese looking person, wondering if she had expressed disdain at my origins. She again threw the passport with the same alacrity. It was obvious that she treated all who passed her portal with the same courtesy.
Another memorable entry was to Toronto, where I was detained for several hours. Let's just say that sometimes it's better to just say you're visiting Aunt Ether in Hamilton, rather than admitting you're there to teach a class on some U.S. product. Unless, of course, you enjoy visiting with immigration officials who aren't very talkative.
There was a hiccup on our entry to Bolivia due to not knowing the language well enough, and not knowing that we had to visit the ticket counter to get the boarding pass for the last leg of our trip from Sucre to Cochabamba. The nice, patient man at boarding took care of us using his handheld radio.