I was a junior in high school when my grandfather died; the day of his funeral was bitterly cold, with a hard wind from the north. Of course, since it was in the 1970s and I was an idiot, I wore a very short dress that day, and it took me quite a few days to thaw out. It served me right.
The weather here reminded me of that day. But at least this time, I was more suitably attired.
Blue Hill, Nebraska
Of course, if you have important information that you need to get out the general public, you should never miss an opportunity to turn a bench in a restaurant foyer into a distribution location.
And, also, if you’re a photographer, you should never miss an opportunity to tote your camera in with you at a lunch stop in the middle of Kansas.
Oh, come ON, Dodge City. You can’t just leave this guy standing there gesturing at me without providing context! What is happening? Is he threatening me? Should have I not looked into his eyes? Will he haunt me now? What’s with that mustache? And a bowtie – really?
Dodge City, Kansas