Omaha is still Omaha. I am listening to Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska and it is absolutely beautiful... maybe more contemplative of what's west of here... miles and miles of highway, some interste and others just good old country roads. Unfortunately, I can't seem to get it all out on paper. Susan Tedeschi at the Nebraska State Fair etc. The stretches of cornfield interlaced into the Platte River. See, I live in the city of Omaha, I'm not in anyway on the outskirts. I go to coffee shops, sometimes the bars in town, and there's little cultures in each of them. tTonight we met a guy from Columbus Ohio and he was wearing a cowboy hat. The friend I was with asked what was up with the hat, and he said "well, I just thought people out here would probably be a little bitlike the kind you normally find wearing hats." Which of course made us laugh. It's of course not like that at all. Hicks don't use meth in the reams that they seem to come out somewhere in the city limits. Where the stockyards used to be (how we got be called the Beef State long ago) they figure they can cook it up without a problem because the smell from the pens where the killing floor used to be pretty much wipes all that out. That's in South Omaha, about five miles south of where I live, and it's filled with Mexicans, Hispanics, Puerto Ricans. Apparently, that's where we got the drugs, just up from the Latin Americas. Of course, white folk have a sweet taste for what is being sold on the streets. So it all comes around. One quick note: Omaha is more global than you might guess, we have just about every nationality you could think of...
Posted by: Greg / 11:50 PM