Election ballots came in the mail last week. I turned mine around in two days. It’s one of those things that isn’t urgent, but I wanted to get it taken care of lest I forget. 
I exercised my right to vote in thankfulness for living in one of the freest nations in the world and in the history of the world. It’s not perfect, but if we exercise our right to vote, we make it just a little better. 

Actually, that should read: here today, gone today.
On a recent Wednesday we drove to Monticello and back, going past La Sal Junction.
Both ways things looked quite normal. There is always some kind of activity happening there.
That day there was a big crane on site, but we didn’t think too much of it. Later that afternoon we ran into Wade B. who commutes to Moab every day for work.

I’m not talking about high school seniors either, although we do have several of those in our village this year. Gauge Johnson, Tyler Beshoner, and Macy Badger are all – or were – seniors at Monticello High this year.  
The guys finished their school requirements by the end of the winter quarter and were pursuing other activities when the schools were recently put online.