(From an earlier trip to the good ol' midwest)
I heard, “I’m really looking forward to Palin’s speech, this evening.” I thought, “Welcome to Kansas.”
Lawrence, KS. It’s about 10.30 p.m. local time and I’m a bit beat. It’s been a long day and I’m curled up in one of my two queen size beds in my queen size Marriott Hill Suites suite. I’ve been down Mass Ave by night and I’m rather thrilled at the thought of seeing all of it by day tomorrow. There’s a store called Stitch On, something about a spinning wheel, something else that’s a Waxed Thing (sells candles, no less), and then the more familiar Borders, Starbucks, even Claires! Tried the best Cheddar and Ale (basically the two main ingredients) soup, and wolfed down chicken tenders (which sadly weren’t as good as the chicken tenders in Columbia, MO and so my quest to match those continues)
A river rolls along silently outside my hotel room and I can only see glimpses of it in the night light. I haven’t seen as many stars as I hoped to in this quiet, dimly-lit student town but then maybe I haven’t looked long enough. I hear the bellowing horn of a goods train at regular intervals. There’s a lot to learn about this town of who-knows-how-many people. I know there will be more to it tomorrow.
Goodnight Lawrence. Glad to be here.
