January 27, 2011 - Lincoln, Nebraska tonight. Talks with friends as day gave way to night. Talks with myself, once night had fallen.
Wyoming set in the heart of the Rockies, but flat as the Great Plains toward which the road flowed, pouring me into the endless windswept landscape of Nebraska. I listened to music by Philip Glass on Nebraska Public Radio as the sun set over Kearny. He was a cab driver, even after he premiered his first major works. An artist who actually was a "hack", funny. Art doesn't pay that well, and it never hurts to keep a foot on a paycheck to keep the house from blowing away...
Two sunsets. One from Nevada a week ago as I came into Reno, but the top one from tonight in Nebraska while talking to my friend Tim Marino...
