When things go wrong and nothing seems right, go to the nearest stream or canal in Logan's center. Sit quietly and watch what goes on in a biological world many people don't know exists. You may see a bird walking under water. Or a bald eagle snatch a fish from the stream. Or children playing at the water's edge. You may find a whole different world just a mile or so from your house. Watch, think, arise happy. Thank the pioneers for making central Logan a spot where people and place support each other. Most Logan folks my age are dead. Their children near the age of mine are nearing retirement. Although I have been fortunate enough to do work in several countries and states, and often take my family, Cache Valley has been my home far too long to for me to be called a newcomer.