Lincoln, Nebraska

Lincoln to Omaha to Cleveland to Lincoln. That's the route I took. As an undergrad here, I had a pretty romantic view of this city. Now, as a working, tax-paying owner of a one-way ticket to middle-aged bittertown, my perspective has changed a little. Nonetheless, this city still rocks and I'm happy to be living here. There are a few quirks that need further exploring. So far I have noticed that: (1) While driving, the left lane is the slow lane. No matter where you drive in this city, if you want to get to your destination quickly, drive in the right lane; (2) This town is chock full of scary Protestant mega-churches; and (3) Pontiacs are still popular.

Rocket Man

I bet you can guess the name of this death machine. Located atop the rolling hills of Kelly Park, many youngsters have spent countless hours sprinting up its spiral staircase hitting their heads on rusty metal bars along the way. As you can see, there's a little spot at the top where a kid can sit and contemplate important topics like sack lunch bartering practices, pin-pointing the cause of the bitter rivalry between Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow, or determining which break dance move needs a little practice. When one is finished, they can take one of two ways out...the ladder or the slide. No brainer, right? Anyway, consider this my photo opener, a little taste of McCook, Nebraska.