I realize in rereading the previous postings of this story that it’s probably taken folks longer to read this retelling than it actually took to fly from Nebraska to Chicago.
Speaking of Nebraska, let’s go back in time a bit and relive my experiences there. Join me won’t you?
Oh, and if you’re expecting the plot of the story to advance or to find out what happened with the Air Marshal who did not like Roxette… well… all I can say is that you’ll really enjoy Part V.
So anyway, Nebraska. I’m from the East Coast. People on the East Coast have our impressions of states like Nebraska, Arkansas, Iowa, and Wyoming formed completely by television and movie stereotypes. I expected everyone in Nebraska to be eating raw corn and riding a cow. I expect everyone in Arkansas to attack people on canoe trips. I expect everyone in Iowa to be like everyone in Nebraska minus the cows. I expect Wyoming to be empty except for Dick Cheney.
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