|A view of Kanopolis lake, where my family spent many|
weekends throughout many summers of my childhood.
|Purple poppy mallow, one of the simplest but most|
beautiful prairie wildflowers.
|My mother's pug, Jake. A lot of attitude in a|
I moved east, came out, and made a life for myself, such as it is. I always knew there were other gay people from Kansas, and even some that stayed there, because not everyone has either the inclination or the ability to emigrate. But all the gay people I knew had left, except one, and his is a tragic tale ending in an early death following a never fully realized life. I was curious then, when a notice came across my Facebook feed about the Salina Pride event that was to happen while I was there. This was its third year and I had heard something about it in the past because my mother knows and is connected to every left-leaning, progressive person in the entire state of Kansas.
|A water park built in Salina long after I was there to enjoy it.|
I'll never know how they got away with the rainbow colors.
|From the Salina Pride event.|
|A donkey planter in my mother's garden. He may|
be the most "relentlessly gay" donkey in town.
|The Cozy Inn is a Salina landmark.|
They sell odoriferous little sliders from
a shoebox sized space and have done
so since 1922.
|I was pleased to learn that there are now actually|
two craft breweries in Salina, although this can
of Buffalo Sweat is from TallGrass Brewery in
Manhattan, KS. I'm not sure Salina beer drinkers
have yet embraced the craft beer movement.
These folks are truly this generation's pioneers, settling in hostile territory to make a home for themselves, knowing that progress comes only from hard work and perseverance. They fight the good fight even when the outcome is rarely ever in doubt and even more rarely in their favor. I admired these folks and almost felt like a quitter in comparison to them.
|A wheat field near Delphos, KS|