Flyover People Daily News

Far horizons, thunderheads, prairie winds, blue skies, buffalo grass, sunflowers…where oh where are my ruby slippers ??

I have never been west of the Mississippi, but I can see the prairie just as clearly as if I were standing on it.

What wonderful observations about home and the land that raised us. Growing up, I too had a rock, a granite boulder, where I went “to sort things out.” But instead of being on an open, windy hill, it was in an old-growth forest near my parents’ home, and large beech trees formed a great green roof overhead. It was a very soothing place.

Thanks for your very thoughtful article.

Home Again is surely one of Cheryl’s “Classic Columns”.
Like “Classic Sermons”, they should be read or heard over and over to remind us of our roots and fundamentals as the progress of time dulls our memories.
Thanks Cheryl for expressing how many of us feel about our Kansas heritage.
By the way, if you want to hear a “Classic Sermon”, you can listen to one at:
http://www.pratttown.com/2008/04/one-way-to-heaven.html