The Great Plains , seem to hold no beauty for my Dear Sir Rowland at this time. The open vast prarie...no charm. He keeps telling me
Sir Rowland: "Mom, we are in the middle of nowhere".
Sir Rowland: "This place is really in the middle of nowhere.",
Sir Rowland: "You people live in the middle of nowhere."
I will note he did the think the dirt quality was much better than ours.
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I'm afraid I'm inclined to agree with Sir Rowland. *g* Of course, West Texas is the same way. Miles and miles of nothing. Not even a radio station! Unless you're lucky and pick up the one station broadcasting in Spanish. *g*
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