Day Two

When they say "amber waves of grain," they mean just that. From where you stand, it could be as vast as the ocean.

Kansas. Still.


Naturally, I had a migraine by the time we made it to Kansas City last night. My brain simply wasn't happy, no matter how many wonderful things I fed it. I stayed in the hotel room; Zim scouted for drugs and food.

This morning we stopped in Lawrence for breakfast, attempting to find the haunts of Burroughs. We think we found the home he lived in until his death, with his army of cats. But it isn't open to the public. As many lives as he touched, as successful as we might believe him to be - the man was a renter. There's no space here to inherit.

Now we're moving towards Salina through endless fields of wheat and sunflower. Oh, beautiful.