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84 April 2018 www.thunderpress.net THUNDER PRESS Where Am I? e "Where Am I?" game is for all THUNDER PRESS readers, what ever part of the country you hail from. Off ered each month is a set of clues within a riddle, and from those clues your job is to guess where our wandering reporter (and riddlemeis- ter) Susan might be. Lo cations chosen are always in the Western U.S. or Canada. How does it work? e clues can be solved either by personal familiarity with the location, with the aid of a map, or by using the Inter net. When a clue is particularly important, and/or somewhat vague, we o en italicize that trickier portion to make sure your attention is drawn there. Last month's mystery location: Newcastle, Wyoming Where/when/what do I win? Very important: Do not email your guess until the 8th of the month, so every one in our circulation area has a chance to get a copy of the paper. en on the 8th email Susan at susan@tohonor.org and if you're the fi h correct email you win. (Note: If there's no phone number in your email where I can call you, your email will not arrive fi h. Some law of physics or something…) Winners are profi led and pictured in the following issue. Good luck. Feeling Moody this morning at breakfast But the Show Me's now in the rearview mirror I'm heading S on the 223 62 will bring the gobble (x2) trot hamlet near We'll basecamp out of that mystery location Which just happens to be the county seat Named after the People Rule's second governor With a 'ville' thrown in, cause that's always neat Tomorrow, a serpentine loop pushin' 100 clicks I've circled round that Buffalo before Tomorrow night it's a ruminant walk to ba-ba-barbecue From a friend's Crooked Creek home on the shore. Tell me, where am I? WHERE AM I? WINNER VICTOR MANGONE Cinque-famiglia di generazione by Susan Swan Victor Mangone is enveloped by his family's history, an anchor in the middle of fi ve generations in the Americas. His grandfather Frank Mangone and two brothers came from Italy to America in the late 1800s. The youngest of the three, Little Frank "was abandoned" by his siblings passing through Utah on their westward trek. A farmer discovered the not-quite 5' tall 14-year-old in his barn in the min- ing town of Castle Gate where the lad would remain, earning his place in community, becoming the owner/opera- tor of a business enterprise by 1910. No longer Little Frank, Frank had proven himself to be a young man of purpose. A plumber by chosen trade, as the mining town grew and prospered, so did the senior Mangone. So in 1913 he wrote home to Italy for a bride. He wouldn't meet Teresa until she immi- grated to American for their betrothal. The Western Mining and Railroad Museum in Helper, Utah, has a 1914 photo of Frank handing his new bride Teresa a paycheck; the photo was to be sent home to Italy as confi rmation of Teresa's safe landing. The fam- ily grew, fi rst by two daughters, then Vic Mangone's father Gabriel (Gabe) followed by a younger brother. Gabe would be reared in the family business, that role growing after the clan relocat- ed to nearby Helper, and Gabe married Gale. Of their three sons, Vic was the middle child. Plumbing may have been a trade handed down in the Mangone clan, but motorcycling was in Gabe's son's blood. Barely into his sixth year the fi rst two-wheeler Vic mounted was a Tote Gote. A Yamaha Enduro followed and soon Vic found himself in a biker gang. He described the covey as "a pack of kids on dirt bikes tearing it up at the local gravel pit." He would go on to race motocross and no doubt impress his classmates at junior high by riding a motorbike to school. Higher education for Vic included an unexpected but welcome bonus. He met Paula, a fellow student, in 1977. He would earn a Bachelor of Science in Sociology and an associ- ate degree in criminology from the University of Utah before deciding on another course, one that would return him to the Mangone family trade, but requiring several more years of study to achieve. He explained, "It's what I was always meant to do: plumbing." A four-year apprenticeship program followed by training would earn Vic a Master Plumber license. Daughter Victoria, who goes by Tori, was named after her father. She, her husband and their two sons share the childhood home her father built in 1986. It was designed to hold family, built extra sturdy, with 27-foot-high cathedral ceilings, spiral staircase and a one-of-a-kind bolt-mounted swing- ing chair on the upper level. Vic said, "We've had 90 people in here before." Son Mark lives a block away with his wife and their two daughters. Vic and Paula love the home they share, and the life they've made with family so close by. As we talked by phone Vic looked out upon Pine and Spruce that shade the large lot, saying, "It's an oasis here." Vic wasn't always a Harley enthusiast, but his fi rst was a '76 Bicentennial Edition Sportster pur- chased in '78. For the past 10 years, aside from dirt bikes that he and the family enjoy, it's been Harley-Davidson exclusively on the highway. He's been pleased with the quick turnaround at Salt Lake City Harley-Davidson and remarked, "When a bike needs to go into the shop, they jump right on it." For the past 20 years Vic hasn't missed a single Sturgis rally, never taking the same route there. He knew the Where Am I? mystery location was Newcastle, Wyoming, because he's traveled through so often. Conversations occasionally arise about one or more family members accompanying Vic on the annual pilgrimage to Sturgis. Those haven't gained traction because Vic has a clear notion of the peace that comes of his alone time. "Motorcycling has been a big part of my life and I cherish the time I spend riding." It struck me that Sturgis is oppor- tunity to rekindle his love of riding annually, to put aside schedules, responsibilities, the demands that all good men carry with honor in the course of a life. The miles to and from Sturgis allow him to reconnect with his love of riding, with memories of long ago, some of those in the gravel pit, tearing it up with the gang. 4

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