Overheard outside of a Denny’s in Omaha, Nebraska:
Man1: I love my truck. I think if I had to choose between my truck and my wife it would be hard to make up my mind.
Man 2: Really? Your wife? When is the last time your truck gave you oral?
Man 1: What is this, my anniversary?
Man 2: Oh, you’re on the once a year plan too?
Unfortunately that’s probably the most interesting thing I heard during my week long trek across the Corn Huskers state. I think I picked the right time of year to do this trip, because despite the cold I actually had a view of something besides corn. This is actually a pretty state when you can see something besides cornfields, particularly in the West where the bluffs begin poking out of the ground.
I’m sure my mind will change rapidly; I’m going back at the end of February to do it again. I may get tired of hills, cattle, and water-pumping windmills really quick
On an unrelated note, the snow in Nebraska needs to start behaving the way snow is supposed to behave. I’ve known snow in a lot of states, and it always has the decency to fall down and then maybe drift along the ground. Snow in Nebraska, however, tends to fall up, then sideways, and only occasionally down. This makes even a light snow start to turn into white-out conditions.