When I was driving home from work, I saw this in the sky and thought it was cool. Two jet streams had intersected, forming a giant "X" in the sky. Sort of like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, I thought. Wonder what was under the giant "X"?Even though the traffic wouldn't have been bad on Highway 24, I still took my usual route home, along the Zeandale Road. No traffic, nothing really to look at except that big "X" and I started to wonder about those 2 planes.
Here's what I decided....one was west-bound, headed from Kansas City to LA then on to Hawaii. There was a couple on that plane who were travelling to the Pacific islands to start over. They had sold their house in frigid Iowa, put their stuff into storage, put their kids up for adoption (Not really. They didn't have any kids.), and were moving to a place that is warm and welcoming. You don't get flowers when you arrive in Iowa, I'm just sayin'. They are hopeful and excited about this adventure. The woman looked down as they flew over Wamego and commented to her husband that the little town down there sure looked friendly. He said it looked freakin' cold and told her to stay focused on the Honolulu want ads.
The other plane was east-bound, headed from Denver to New York then on to London. On that plane, I imagined, was a woman on her way to spend a year in England. It was her heart's desire to trace her family's history. She herself was a lover of all things British, including, but not limited to pints, Pimms, tea, and bangers and mash. She left her family in the US in search of her family in the UK. As she looked out her window and saw Wamego, she wondered about that big, gray house with the Union Jack flying. She thought she would be at home in such a nice little town.
I would have been happy being on either plane.
Sometimes you need a break even from the nicest, friendliest little towns.
Stay tuned. Tomorrow is penis plant day. Tell your friends.
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