By JACKIE TAYLOR | November 4, 2026

Election day

Well, as I write this snippet, voting booths are open across Kansas and the eastern side of the nation. Record turnouts are reported in advance votes and mail-in votes – from all parties – Republican, Democrat and Independent.

Very interesting times.

I recently returned from Montana after a long weekend fly fishing the Missouri River with my brother. Great Falls television is not exempt from political ads – Joe Blow is better than Susie Q and vice versa. By now, me and, I imagine, all Americans, are sick to death of attack ads, sweet ads about the individual candidate and every other ad thrown at us over the last 90-plus days.

As this is Tuesday morning early when I’m writing this – polls are just open and results are a little less than 12 hours away. No more campaigning, no more goofy ads one way or another – thank God!

I equate election results, with way more impact on the nation, with being in the Denver airport Sunday evening when the Chiefs played the Broncos. 

I got off the plane around half-time, managed to grab a sandwich and headed to the gate to wait to board my plane back to MCI. Every bar, restaurant or eatery in the humongous airport of Denver had the Broncos game on. 

The Chiefs were leading at the point I was able to start watching it, but that didn’t last long. A man next to me had the game going on his phone, he was a Chief’s fan, and shared the screen with me. What a nail-biter.

What was fun about it was the airport was loaded with red Chief’s sweatshirts fans were wearing as they traveled. The Broncos would score and a bunch of Bronco fans would cheer, then the Chiefs would score and Chiefs fans would cheer. Everyone got along – even after the Chiefs lost the game; life goes on.

But the dire consequences of a football game loss is not even a blip on the Rictor scale when compared to what could happen if the wrong people get into office after this election.

Our nation is once again on the precipice of falling into Socialism, liberal schemes to open the border back up, transgenders in our kid’s locker rooms, and so much more.

God only knows what and why the outcome will be what it is this evening. I’m just a single voter who votes her heart; I’m assuming the rest of the nation feels the same way.

The reprieve I had in Montana was great. My brother has a jury-rigged TV system that allowed us to watch a few channels – of which Bones, Criminal Intent and a couple other dead body shows ran. So, with that, we didn’t see much political rhetoric over the four-day sabbatical from normal life in Linn County.

The river afforded a time away from everything – except trying to figure out which fly a trout would like – which I never did find out. 

But there’s nothing like brain food such as fly fishing. The Missouri River is amazing; and out of Great Falls the amount of water it holds is mind boggling.

A river is a constant – until it’s not; look at the Euphrates River that flows from Turkey to Syria and beyond. Reports are that it is drying up; God is in control of rivers and elections. We just have to hang on and ride the storm out.