This one Saturday or Sunday, he asked me to go to Salt Lake to watch him play soccer. He said, “My friend’s girlfriend is going down there.” So we got together, packed a lunch and went down. We took the Greyhound bus to Salt Lake, then took a taxi out to Freemont Park where they were playing soccer. We were still in the taxi and getting ready to pay, when this two truckloads of Italian prisoners drive up. That taxi driver wasn’t going to let us out of the cab. He was going to take us back into town. Finally we convinced him we knew what we were doing and he let us go.

- Cleone Battisti