Nebraska: Under a Big Red Sky

From the Introduction: "I'm from Nebraska." I repeat this phrase several times a week. Usually it's because I've met someone, somewhere, who's curious about the twang in my voice. Most folks just shake their heads in disbelief, especially if they're from the East Coast. "I flew over Nebraska once," they say. "It was brown and flat. I shut my window shade and slept." If they'll listen, I tell them about the people back home - how they smile and wave, needing no excuse to make conversation with a total stranger; ..."