“What’s Granite Mountain?” Rob was scribbling furiously and trying to keep up.
“Granite Mountain is their great big vault near Salt Lake City. They have millions and millions of rolls of microfilm documenting genealogies there.” He paused and smiled. “I’ve actually been in there a few times. Darndest thing you ever saw. I was going around the state and digging around all kinds of places. A number of people were quite helpful, willing to loan me old documents so long as I promised to bring them back, and I did.” He pointed the stem of his pipe at Rob to ensure that his integrity got in the notes as well. “They liked my work. I wasn’t much for formal education, but I had always favored the genealogies in the Bible and found them damned interesting. I have a way with folks too, but I’m sure
