Marc

Wichita! Kansas!

I never thought that I'd say "I'm happy to be in Wichita!" with conviction. But I am saying, and I do mean it. It's like a Mecca of people. Well, kind of. At least there's trees here. And I've counted six airports so far. Yeah. Six. Apparently Wichita is an aviation kind of town. There's all these Boeing and Cessna fields and test planes flying around. One for Boeing kept flying in circles right outside my window. I still love to sit and watch planes. I always secretly hope that they'll crash, assuming that I'm not on them.

I've also just experienced my first Kansas severe thunderstorm. It was pretty so-so to be completely honest. One moment the wind's whipping up, the next the rain's already come and gone. I've had worse. I worked with a guy in Oregon a few weeks ago that said he'd rather go to jail than experience a tornado. What? Idiot. Tornadoes are nothing. Prison! Please. We all know that prison blows. Just watch Half Baked if you don't believe me. That guy's butt was in trouble, and you know it. Uh-huh.