I love Sports Movies. No, it's awfully true.
Yesterday I drove for what I think is the first time in almost a year. For two and a half hours. In Kansas.
My first time there, though I could hardly believe it. Arkansas, Texas, and Missouri seem much more crazy places to have gone; Kansas is almost a no-brainer. It looks almost exactly the same, of course. Except for the fact that they have Pizza Hut instead of Mazzio's.
Last week a truck's load of a dozen huge "round bales" spontaneously combusted. I didn't know it could do that. But apparently those good ole barn fires weren't usually human caused: these bales had been put up too wet (a major issue; haying season is full of temperary weather enthusiasts) and their decomposition went on too fast and got a little to hot.
Kaboom!
The cows along one side of the road are blessed. My brother's imitation of an Okie's 911 call in for the fire was hilarious, too; the deliberate, common-place way of saying a metric ton (approx.) of hay had just exploded all over a major trucking road was just as it had to have been.
Another one of those marvelous truths you could never put in a speculative fiction piece without much heartache. Someday someone is going to gather all those together and create a plot for them, endnote, and publish for thirteen million dollars.
And I'll probably read it, too.
...by the way: those Boston guys in Miracle? Sound Just Like My People.
My first time there, though I could hardly believe it. Arkansas, Texas, and Missouri seem much more crazy places to have gone; Kansas is almost a no-brainer. It looks almost exactly the same, of course. Except for the fact that they have Pizza Hut instead of Mazzio's.
Last week a truck's load of a dozen huge "round bales" spontaneously combusted. I didn't know it could do that. But apparently those good ole barn fires weren't usually human caused: these bales had been put up too wet (a major issue; haying season is full of temperary weather enthusiasts) and their decomposition went on too fast and got a little to hot.
Kaboom!
The cows along one side of the road are blessed. My brother's imitation of an Okie's 911 call in for the fire was hilarious, too; the deliberate, common-place way of saying a metric ton (approx.) of hay had just exploded all over a major trucking road was just as it had to have been.
Another one of those marvelous truths you could never put in a speculative fiction piece without much heartache. Someday someone is going to gather all those together and create a plot for them, endnote, and publish for thirteen million dollars.
And I'll probably read it, too.
...by the way: those Boston guys in Miracle? Sound Just Like My People.