Dallas Robbins lives in the great downtown of Salt Lake City, earned an interesting if somewhat useless degree from the great school of the runnin' Utes, on occasion written for a good number of the usual suspects in and around these parts, and was a podcaster for a hot minute eleven years ago. But as the old washed-up Irish band once sang, he still hasn’t found what he’s looking for. If one has any good music or book recommendations, drop him a line. And he’s always up for a good lunchtime discussion or debate over Rousseau versus Voltaire, or even Paul versus Peter. Either way, he strives to live by the idea that serendipity is the mother of invention or at the very least the step-child of a lost weekend. That's where all the best stories come from.
Also, dallasrobbins [at] gmail [dot] com.