In Kansas, Interstate 70 extends 424 miles from west to east.
Crossing Kansas is hopeless, humdrum, and mean
With few curios, Starbucks, or cows on the scene.
If a divorce is to be,
It’ll happen to me
Passing Colby, by Ogallah, or near Abilene.
Aunt Beulah
living well to age well
Aunt Beulah 
Alliteration, a journey, a limerick? Goodness, that feels like three challenges, but you rose to the occasion, masterfully. I’ve never driven through Kansas but you made me laugh remembering a friend who said the unending flatness overcame her and she had to lay down in the back seat and breathe deeply until her husband shouted “mountains”.
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I had forgotten that funny anecdote, Mercy. I need to store it up for future reference. PS: I received The Woman Upstairs, and I’m so glad every member of your book club liked “All the Light We Cannot See.”
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Too much fun, Janet, in defense of flat places, I love them, with names like “Balognie” and” Piapot”, “Ethelbert” and “Tiny”, (which it is) , on our prairies.
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Despite the limerick, I have learned to love our trips across Kansas to see our grandchildren. I look forward to certain landmarks and, as you said, the place names and local billboards are fun to read.
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Clever Janet, shan’t feel sorry not to be travelling there.
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Actually, when we’ve wandered on lesser highways off the freeway or stayed in smaller towns, I’ve enjoyed our trips, so just avoid the freeway should you go there, Barbara.
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Love the alliteration, and the journey!
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Thanks, Rita. I’m so glad we met and that we enjoy one another’s blogs.
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Very clever!
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Thank you, Laurel. You must have traveled across Kansas.
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