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Not really. It's just that the flash didn't work.
Should I write something for the blog today? Sure. Why not? Just putting ink on paper isn't bad for the brain, although in this case it's fingers on keys. Of course now that I've started I could mention that I'm OK with the snow, glad the pool was warm, that the heat plant was fired up and all the pipes and heat exchangers were sound today.
At noon today Olene Walker becomes former governor as Jon Huntsman, Jr. is sworn in as Utah's 16th chief executive. I agree with the Deseret Morning News that as the state's first female governor she was a "popular, bright and experienced CEO" who will long be remembered.
I'll also remember her frank yet disarming demeanor at all twelve of the monthly news conferences she held at KUED. There's no doubt that producer Ken Verdoia's comments at her last broadcast are felt by many today:
"...thank you for your months of, not only service, but of candor in this setting. And I don't think I speak solely when I wish you the very, very best to you and your family, and a great appreciation of the people of the state of Utah for stepping in at a difficult time and doing, by any measure, a remarkable job in leadership in the state of Utah."
I read another blog about how to make sense of this incredible destruction and loss of life. I'm not sure that any of us can do that, but we can make some sense out of our role as survivors, as part of the human family, by doing something. It may involve a contribution or something seemingly less substantial like offering a prayer, or writing or creating something in honor of those who have lost so much, so quickly. I've referred to this quotation before, but I think it particularly makes sense now:
"In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing." -Theodore Roosevelt
Our gang it is the jolliest that you have ever seen. Our coeds are the fairest and each one's a shining star. Our yell, you hear it ringing through the mountains near and far.
Chorus: Who am I, sir, a Utah man am I: A Utah man, sir, and will be till I die: Ki! Ki! We're up to snuff: we never bluff. We're game for any fuss. No other gang of college men dare meet us in the muss. So fill your lungs and sing it out shout it to the sky. We'll fight for dear old crimson for.....
And when we prom the avenue, all lined up in a row. And arm in arm and step in time as down the street we go. No matter if a freshman green, or in a senior's gown, The people all admit we are the warmest gang in town.
We may not live forever on this jolly good old sphere, But while we do we'll live a life of merriment and cheer. And when our college days are o'er and night is drawing nigh, With parting breath we'll sing that song:
A Utah Man am I!