On my way back home from Bloomington-Normal, I hopped a rental and drove up rt. 55 to O’hare to pick up my flight. Better than the fly over, it’s been years since I drove through anything so flat. Most dramatic were the slight bends in the road when the huge expanse of prairie open up before you before you complete the turn. I like the human construction on the plain. In the first cold days of spring the landscape is exceptional and stark.
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the demographic shifts to sub/urban living have left increasingly vast empty spaces here in flyover country and the global-warming charged tornadoes are helping to flatten the little upright bits that are left.