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Felicity Johns

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Nebraska held few landmarks before the blast. We navigated then by corn and wheat fields, by the occasional mail box, the direction of the power lines, the heavy smog to the east that indicated metropolitan life. The road I took to work each morning took me straight in, no twists, no hills. It was a hike, but I wanted my kids to grow up in the open, to understand that life wasn’t about always being entertained.

Ellen used to take the water glass Linny would fill for her, and sip it. There was a dirt wallow in the side yard, beneath a spreading old hickory that had been struck by lightning twice during our tenure, and she’d sit in the dirt and dig down through the poor top soil. She’d dig until she found something like clay. Then she’d add some water and work it tirelessly. Sometime an hour…

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On September 20, 2016 at 1:08 am

    Thanks. Nebraska was one state we’ve always wanted to visit, even if only to admire its flatness. Time to retire from academe overwhelmed all plans so Nebraska became a figment of our imagination. Same goes for Ohio, in spite of its nearness to CT. Doubt if we’d ever traverse the state, but esa es la vida! Best to all of you and God bless. e/s

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