37: Nebraska
- population:
- 1,783,432
- households:
- 666,184
- housing units:
- 780,804
- square miles:
- 76,872
- characters:
- 1
- paragraphs:
- 7
- graphemes:
- 781
- narrator:
- 1st person
I was standing in a field with Dusty when Anne called to wish us a happy belated something. “Was it a holiday yesterday?” I asked. “I must’ve forgot.”
Dusty wandered off to relieve himself. Anne said something about an international day of morning. “Yep, I had one of them once,” I said, “over in Ogallala, at IHOP.”
I zoned out for a bit after that. Anne tends to ramble; always has. Anyway, I must’ve been thinking of Denny’s.
Next I knew, she was talking about this mosque, how it was a slap in the face; that there ought to be a law.
“Shucks, sis, do you even know how big a block in New York City is?” I asked. “You probably can’t even see one from the other. And I know you can’t from Kenesaw.”
Anne cussed and hung up, and I walked back to my truck with Dusty, looking at my phone, waiting to get that wasted hour back. “You agree with me, don’t you, Dusty?” I asked. He just shook his head.
“Ah, what do you know?” I said, and spat in the grass. “You’re a cow.”
Dusty wandered off to relieve himself. Anne said something about an international day of morning. “Yep, I had one of them once,” I said, “over in Ogallala, at IHOP.”
I zoned out for a bit after that. Anne tends to ramble; always has. Anyway, I must’ve been thinking of Denny’s.
Next I knew, she was talking about this mosque, how it was a slap in the face; that there ought to be a law.
“Shucks, sis, do you even know how big a block in New York City is?” I asked. “You probably can’t even see one from the other. And I know you can’t from Kenesaw.”
Anne cussed and hung up, and I walked back to my truck with Dusty, looking at my phone, waiting to get that wasted hour back. “You agree with me, don’t you, Dusty?” I asked. He just shook his head.
“Ah, what do you know?” I said, and spat in the grass. “You’re a cow.”
September 13, 2010