I thought I knew what I was going to write this week, but a trip to Lincoln and then back home on Sunday changed my mind.

I have no understanding of what the 1930s and the “Dust Bowl” days and years were like, but anyone who was out Sunday maybe got a little taste of it.

Nancy and I were driving home from an event in Lincoln Sunday afternoon as we encountered a strong wind as soon as we left the city. Corn stalks, husks and dust . . . were the primary things a person could see. I had images of pictures I’ve seen of the dust bowl days that showed huge clouds of dust blowing in the wind. I wasn’...


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