Comparing Notes

Sherry Kramer has come to my front door bearing peaches. Big, sweet, juicy Brigham City peaches. Elbertas.

"I had to leave town today," she says.

"Hmm," I say. I wonder if she went to Brigham City for the same reason I went to Provo last Friday. Sometimes you just have to get out of town.

"I won't be doing any canning this year," she says.

"Nope," I say. I picked peaches earlier this month. I gave most of them away. I haven't done any canning since I took office.

Interestingly enough, neither has Rick, Shirl, or the mayor.

Can't speak for Dale.