A good friend of mine, Becky Frawley, was getting married in Kansas City and this was an event that I didn’t want to miss. It was to be a large gathering with a small tribe of long time friends, something I have been looking forward to for some time. Something I was not looking forward to was the 9 hour drive across Kansas. It wasn’t so much the scenery that was rubbing me raw but the length of time. Like Nebraska, Kansas has some beautiful empty spaces, with a clear view of the horizon hundreds of miles in the distance. I knew I was going to need a break from the butt numbing rumble of the highway so I threw my crash pad on top of my suit and head east.