I Am A Cornhusker

Confession: it’s been many, many, many years since I lived in Nebraska, my birth-state (and the birth-state of three generations before me who managed to find their way from Europe to the plains).

But way down deep, my birth-state is still a part of me, mostly because of the heritage that has been passed down by men and women who diligently and faithfully and kindly and honestly built their lives while they worked the land and raised their children.

But today, I claim my birth-state for another reason that however brief, simply takes my breath away.

Watch. Closely. And for today, at least, be a Cornhusker with me.