WHEN I THINK OF SPRING

When I think of spring images of Daffodils and Robins are brought to mind.

Old Glory, tattered, torn and faded flies above the city park in Hebron, Nebraska.  A proud little town that just doesn't have the funds, like most of the towns across our country, to keep everything in "spit shine" condition.  Most of us are feeling the pinch of a tough sled ride through the economic down turn, multiple money-eating wars, tax cuts for the extravagantly rich and NO TAXES for the largest corporations.

Straight, narrow, peaceful and endless are the blue roads of Nebraska. Unfortunately these perfect bike days  are few, crop required rain has kept the sunshine cornered above the clouds. 

Horseshoe Casino in Council Bluffs, Nebraska has been very accommodating, giving us a place to park the rig for the evening and letting us walk away from the craps table with $75 bucks.  No one raining on our parade here....even if the morning sky is wet and heavy with more moisture.