Sub Primes...and Nebraska

Same corn field, same farmer, different dates.









Tom Terrific is jetting out to Mountain View, California tomorrow to see the kids for the weekend. He's especially interested in touring A's internship site, Google.

While watching the corn grow from the porch this evening, I asked Tom if he's comfortable leaving for the weekend. Well, he said, I'm a little worried about the market and sub primes. (Sub primes, I thought, what in the WORLD are sub primes???) Instead, I replied confidently to Tom, "Oh, yes, the sub primes...I've been worried sick about them!" Tom paused and finally said, "The market is as nervous as a hypochondriac without any symptoms."


I visited Marta in Nebraska. Nebraska is a great state. Agriculturally it's all about irrigation, hay, and grazing. Marta invited me to ride her brand new bike. I said, what will I do when I get to campus and have to leave it? Do you have a lock/chain I can use? She said, Oh no, we never chain our bikes in Nebraska. Marta's friend, who runs the local brewery, built her house out in the great plains of Nebraska. She is one happy camper with a new house and 5 acres.

My dad and mom would never believe it, but the wind doesn't seem to blow in July and August.








There still is nothing like a boy and his dog.