I'm in Utah again this week. I'm getting used to being here so much, but I sure would like to spend at least one week back home. That won't be next week though cuz I'm coming back here again. Anyways, this week some of my coworkers had to come too so at least I wasn't out here alone. Well, everytime I rent a car here, I'm supposed to get a full sized car, but they never have one so I always get a mini-van which is really annoying. Except this time they were out of mini-vans too so they gave me a Lincoln Towncar. This thing is like driving a torpedo. It's so long, but it's really fast. It has a lot of whiz bang features, most of which I wouldn't pay for. Anyways, my coworker rented with a different company so he got a Corrola. We drive down the freeway to our work site which is about 30 miles away. I'm thinking, "why are people driving so slow?". I just keep passing people and going around traffic. Then I look at the speedometer and I'm going like 95 mph. I had been doing that for like 20 minutes! Ha ha! My poor coworker who doesn't know the way is trying to keep up with me and that Corrola wondering why I'm in such a hurry to get there. I laugh every time I think about it. The ride was so smooth in that car, I didn't even realize how fast I was going. I guess with the Towncar, you get comfort to a ridiculous degree. Too big for my liking though.

Two weeks ago I found out one of my coworkers had died suddenly over the weekend. He was about my dad's age. I had worked with him on Picture Pipeline for three years. He was a pretty closed personality and hard to get to know. He didn't talk much but he did have a pretty good story every once in a while. And the story was even better cuz you wouldn't expect it coming from him. He was a brilliant man and did stuff I don't think just anyone could do. The man was a genius. He spent alot of time in his own little world. Sometimes you would say hi to him and he wouldn't even respond cuz he was thinking about something so intensely. He was one of those guys that would be out the door right at 5pm and there was no way of keeping him there any longer. If there were more hours needed, he would come in earlier. I remember one time I was working in the lab and he was there and he said something that I didn't quite hear, so I said, "what?". And he looked at me somewhat annoyed and said, "I was talking to myself." Ha ha, well sorry. That was Lance. I never got to share the gospel with him. I regret that I didn't, but I don't feel guilty for it. He knew I was a Christian and he just never seemed like he wanted to talk about it. Should I have been more aggressive in sharing the gospel? I guess life will teach me that lesson. His family didn't give details on his death, but I heard he was having health problems and going through a divorce. I had no idea that was going on with his life. Christ certainly could have helped him, but alot of times people don't want His help. I'll miss you, Lance.