Saturday, March 17, 2007

March 17, 2006: Oh My, Omaha

It was an informal joint.

But to the Getaway Gang, ears ringing with the trauma of past weeks, it was heaven.

Silence, utter silence. Silence save for the soft sighs of the Nebraska drygrass.

They took off their shoes, opened bottles of Yellowtail, lay back in a hot sweep of sand and listened to the wind sing in the barbed wire.

Bliss.

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