On this drive to Omaha to visit my brother Loren, I saw one or two red trucks -- and a whole lot of Jeeps.
On the way out of town, there was a Chevy Silverado pickup in front of me, tearing along pell-mell with its tailpipe scraping and bouncing on the road. I hung back, not wanting that thing to come loose and come crashing through my windshield. As soon as there was a clear shot, I stepped down on the accelerator and went flying around him, and thereafter I made sure to stay ahead of him.
It was still a bit hazy around Omaha from the wildfires in western Canada.
The last picture shows the house that used to be Loren's. The young couple who purchased the house last year have redone some of the inside, and fixed up the landscape. It looks so nice. If Loren understood, he'd be so happy that they have the house now, for their parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents have been friends of our family for many, many years.
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