Lee Sunday Evans, in addition to being a director and a soda-fountain-explorer and a great-boot-wearer and a fabulous travel companion, is a street photographer. She places me against walls, as we wander through the world, and then she takes pictures. 
There are some great walls in Kansas. Here are two more that I found, and did not stand in front of: 
I went out to Kansas for the Inge Festival.
I did not find: a tornado.
I did find: a lot of fun people, a jacuzzi in my bedroom, and all of the below: 1) beautiful old buildings, from the times of oil-boom prosperity. 
2) An amazing woman named Ilene, who wears green fascinators and told me and Lee Sunday Evans: “I have gone to sleep every night and woken up every morning for 86 years, and that gives me great confidence.” And she was right. 
3) A drug-store with a soda-fountain…and a jukebox. Lee Sunday Evans and I went for dinner one night, and when we got our bill, we saw that we had been recognized for what we truly are. 
4) Crop insurance! 
5) One of these two things: 
During Humana: 
After Humana: 
Sometimes they are sad. And sometimes they are homicidal. But sometimes they just recognize the inherent bleak existentialist despair that informs every moment of our short and arbitrary lives. 
