While I await feedback from my young story editors and my not-so-young copy editors on the completed groundhog manuscript, I've once again taken up the story of Finlay's cross country trip.
When I last worked on this story, Finlay had arrived in Kansas - now he has crossed it. The midwestern portion of the trip is historically rich, nostalgically reminiscent of the previous century, the time of the cowboys and robber barons. Kansas, like a grassy ocean, gives the impression of endless miles to the horizon. Near and far become almost meaningless when there are few landmarks against which to judge distance
Contrasted to the wide open spaces, was this little jail containing two little cubicles and a narrow entryway. Finlay found it fascinating, as he did so many things on this trip. Here he is looking out of the jail window - but you can be sure he was happy not to be locked up in there!
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