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| A view of the Platte Valley from Stage Hill |
I am sure you have heard the story. You know...the story about the first time I took Chi home to Nebraska? We were driving along Highway 71, a flat and very straight road, bordered on both sides by waving fields of golden wheat and sagebrush. And more flatness. I was driving and Chi had been taking a nap on that long drive north from Denver to Scottsbluff when he woke up and looked out the window. He sat straight up in the seat and said, totally alarmed, "We're in the middle of NO-WHERE!" Well, the scenery gets a little more interesting than wheat, flat and sagebrush, but not until you're about 15 minutes from home. Then, you drive through the Wildcat Hills, come over Stage Hill, and see home in the distance. Well, since that first shocking drive, and all in fun, Chi has taught both of the Little Nguyens to say, "We're in the middle of nowhere!" as we near Grandma's house. They laugh at it now because they have come to love "nowhere" -- Nebraska -- and so has Chi.
Go Big Red!
| Decked out in our gameday gear! Photo by Ben |

1 comments:
It's about time!
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