Heartlands....

Actually, I have little more to say about Kansas. I found it strange that the drivers there would always pass you when you were doing the speed limit, but be slow to pass when you were either above the limit or below.

I don’t think that the new millennium has been good to the heartlands. The part of the country that was based on church and moral values is seeing the age of technology push good sense aside to be replaced with a fast paced muddle of going nowhere but very quickly and having a great time doing it.

Most of us are having a hard time keeping up with change. I remember when a 1200 baud modem was cool. Now my pocket sized wireless phone has more computing power than my first computer and can send pictures over the wireless connection faster than I can compose a text message.

Now we are all thinking green and hoping for some relief from high energy costs. We recycle everything except souls and are taking the future seriously. They are no longer making VHS tapes and even DVD technology is changing faster than the marketing people can convince us what the new trend is going to be.

They want to add another additive to my gasoline to make it more green, while incidentally driving up the costs of food because this additive is a food, and making alcoholics everywhere nervous.

Welcome to the future, America!

Kansas

After two days of driving I arrived in the heartland, NE Kansas. The very heartbeat of America lives here. I can almost hear it when I have to cross bridges over the Republican River and Rush Creek in order to drive back to the Doghouse everyday

It is always a shock to me when I learn that I am in the Bible belt again. It is like a step back in time in to the moral heart of the American dream. It puts me in mind of being thrown back in time to the 50’s, but with Internet, cable TV, and cell phones.

I remember getting stuck in Oklahoma one time where there were books left laying around the RV park that were horrible fictional tales of the Apocalypse. The owner of the RV Park stopped me at one point to tell me that she thought they were absolutely terrific and a must read for everyone. The one book in the series that I actually tried to begin to read was pure drivel, a scare ‘em tale of suffering and remorse for a life not spent promoting the cause of Jesus. To me it seemed like a minister was trying to write like Stephen King.

On a happier note; it is lovely here. I am in a park next to a lake. Most of this park seems to be people that park their RVs here to have a get away for the weekend. During the week it is a sleepy kinda place with little noise or traffic. I like it. At one time in my life I lived in a place similar to this.

Any trip into the city is a test of my patience. The people that are involved in retail here all went to school on the short buss. After having to give my order to the clerk at the national chain for the third time before he had to ask how to use the point of sales machine, I decided that it is not a good idea for me to go into public here. The eateries that I have visited are second rate at best and the servers somewhat dull to just flat out stupid.

That’s all I have so far. I will have more later when I get a bit of time…

Hello again from............here.

I arrived safely in the wet and wonderful plains of America and am having a ......different.......time.

I think think that you probably wish that you were here.

Don't.

Now where the hell am I going?

I am off today.

Wait. Let me rephrase that……

I am on the road again to Kansas. Works calls, and when work calls, I go. (I really like getting that paycheck.)

I have no idea if there will be access to that Internet thingy.

Hell, I am kinda uncertain where I am to go.

Oh well, make the best you can with what you have.

Take care of the place and I will post with tales of travel and different places as soon as I can.

Another elevator tale

My wife and Mother in Law have become a bit worried at my behavior.

I was sharing a story this week about why some fella in the elevator kinda took a swing at me. He was not really serious because there were witnesses and he would get in a heap ‘o’ trouble, but I think that if we were alone he would have slugged me for real.

All I said to him was that he is a living example of why cousins should not breed.

Sensitive bastard.

Where in the hell have I been?

The ferret delivery went well. The half bald weasel made it to its new home and the happy caregiver began sanitizing everything that came with it. (An impressive array of cages, toys, beds, hammocks and even a weasel leash.)

I don’t recall ever seeing anyone taking their ferret for a walk in my life.

Work and life in general has been keeping me busy as a one legged man in a butt kicking contest but coming in second. I have been working three projects at kinda the same time, one of which is the last man standing on the hospital job, sucking my creative juices like a bath tub drain and leaving me tired and particularly uninspired when I get home. There is something about hospitals that depresses the hell outta me, even before all the sick people get there.

The grass needs cut, the house needs cleaning, and the garage looks like I should throw out every third thing that I see.

Now I am being kept busy getting the rig ready for yet another trip outta town. I was told late last week that I am going to the deep Midwest for a while. I am looking forward to it, but I have not done anything to the Doghouse since last winter and we had a HARD winter here.

That is the thing about having an RV; maintenance. They take a lot of TLC and an investment of time and money. Neither of which I have an overabundance of right now.

Am I done making excuses for not writing?

Let me think about it.