Nebraska Fields (a Brief Story)

(Cold weather of 1967 )Omaha BoundSo, although in an expression Milwaukee (for the short while we spent there, and flew out of there in our 1961-Valient, I will not miss the town at all), it was not an excellent experience by far, the racial riots did not permit that, it was November of 1967, things were hot throughout the Usa, in the white compared to. black area.Jerry was older by twelve-years than I, in actuality, this may have been his first escape out of Minnesota though; on the other hand I was nineteen-years old, and I'd been to Seattle, North and South Dakota, and several other places, and was considering San Francisco, but I wanted to see Milwaukee.In time, anything in time, I told myself. I'm uncertain why Jerry Hino and I picked out-of all places-to go to Omaha (other then it was on the place, and near Chicago), but I suppose it was a matter of eradication. When we had surely got to Madison, we were likely to stay there, but it was so impoverished seeking, and smelled terrible from the stockyards, we hightailed it out of the town like two cats running from a bulldog. I suppose to a viewer, we were like some spontaneous unwelcome creatures ripped increasingly from the roots of the world (we were unshaven, and perhaps smelled poor ourselves, from the continuous drinking of alcohol and sweating, in the vehicle, as we went haphazardly here and there, searching for a home to roost in, by the likes of others-in addition, we were dirty, and sloppy, we didn't even know we were perhaps since we were half lit.Jerry was escaping from a relationship, me, I was only wanting to see the world, one step at a time. I probably thought I was like some Greek idol rushing down to Troy to fight with the Trojans. Over time I'd find my war in Vietnam, and go to Turkey, to your website of Troy, but today it absolutely was only, a vacation that began at St. John, Minnesota, and onto Milwaukee, and now out of Madison, Wisconsin; there we sat going down a highway,k peeing within an empty can, tossing it out the window, drinking another alcohol, refilling that, then each of a sudden Jerry says:"Let us flip a for wherever we go, Chicago or Omaha?"It was a question, I guess, but I simply pulled out a, and that was my response, "Ok, I'll flip," I told Jerry, "heads we go to Chicago, and tails, onto that position here on the place called Omaha, matter-of-fact, what the heck is in Omaha?""You are guess is just like mine, but it's to be better than Madison-I hope!" said Jerry.Oh effectively, we were too drunk to laugh, and too tired to think of still another place besides those two spots, furthermore we did not have a good amount of cash to be too selective."Well what's it?" questioned Jerry."We are my friend, Omaha bound," I said, and Jerry turned onto another highway, a few minutes later, and we were on our way.It was Tuesday, and the highway was merely a empty street widening here and there, where design was not, and we passed a few little towns, a taverns, we stopped at one to purchase a six-pack of beer, and on our way we were-intact, blocked minded, form of speaking.It was the first week of November, and there really was no snow on the ground to talk of, though the ground was hardening, and the fields we passed were browning with the cold temperatures, and the crows and pheasants were out in the fields and the click here the folks dropped off, out of their vehicles, the unwelcome pets, they'd bought for their children, and then had to observe and take care of since the children were too lazy, and they were to lazy to show them not to be lazy, hence, dropped them off in the fields to did, to starve to death, who'd be the better, perhaps the farmer will be gentler and choose the dogs and cats up, even though each farmer perhaps had twenty dogs today to supply from the reckless folks of the large city. And I looked over them running, some even with our car, wishing we had stop I guess, or perhaps their storage transposed our car into the car that they were dumped of, thinking their manager had return to save them. These were instances of major and basic lusts of the people, forcible incarceration into negligence of the icy areas of Nebraska; the newly ordered dog pencils, now cast into the garbage so the kids don't get new ideas of obtaining another dog to give and watch.There was a few deer in action, forms scrambling across the road, like on an endurance run, enthusiasm and trust in their eyes, they too were on the hit record for the authorities of the Midwest, too much overlapping, extended beyond their limits, that now they were moving into the main towns, and worrying the noble people of the great State of Minnesota, yes certainly, these were the effects of decades of deer, balanced, however in need of food. And so the state employed predators, murders to kill them all, disappear them from the town, this is their goal. Now these were in the Nebraska fields, just like the dogs.Anyhow, there clearly was lots of room out in the wild countryside, therefore I felt once we drove past fields that would produce corn, one following the other, almost hypnotised beneath the vast amazing and long-lasting land of growth of food. I had heard we fed half the entire world with our corn and wheat, and now I could observe how. Each and every time I made my head, it was empty areas, or hay bundled up for winter feeding of the farm animals. And then we experienced the more reduced populist areas filled up with watchful eyes and arrogance and less strays, new years, and old people sitting on benches awaiting buses, and asking each other unanswerable questions to pass the time of day away. We were going through Counsel Bluffs, a town close to Omaha, which was across a bridge, Counsel Bluffs being Omaha, and in Iowa, being in Nebraska. A fresh adventure was planning to start.Written: 5-24-2008 (see: "Milwaukee Bound," and "Rathole in Omaha," for the other two parts to this history)