Over time, of course, the ethnic divide has narrowed as people of different national backgrounds have crossed boundaries to have babies. My father is of mainly English descent, my mother of mainly Irish descent. In a court of law, I can use this information for the basis for pretty much any insanity defense.
Rufus realizes that he left something out during fire safety week last week: The end of my story. Just like a Nebraskan to just keep talking on and on without getting to the point.
Things in life don’t always happen in threes. They only happen in threes if you didn’t get the message the first two times.
If I lived in a big city, Rufus wouldn’t want Nebraskans driving around in it: We ain’t used to driving in traffic and we consider the speed limit more of a suggestion than anything legally binding.
As hard as it is to picture yourself living (or even thinking about) Nebraska, imagine trying to live there 150 years ago with no roads leading out of the state, no electricity and no sewer system.
Oh pity thee, Wyoming and thy Cowboy Mafia. Even an old lump of coal could be a diamond someday – but not you, of course. Wyoming has so much going against it that you can only pray for the land’s eternal soul.
