I'm in a suburb called Lehi, named after a character in the Book of Mormon. We're on a street lined with brick and plastic fences (which people pay more for) separating the lots. We're shooting Cory, a man's man, loading his truckwith fishing gear. His neighbor across the street sees him and yells out, "Is that wfor National Geographic or Playgirl?"

Plastic houses, plastic fences. we have arrived.