Now: This week my travels take me deep into that wasteland called Kansas. If Dorothy had only been older and more mature, she would NEVER have clicked those pretty red heels together, thus committing herself to a lifetime at "home" in the Wichita area! For the first time on this trip I realized God still does work miracles in Kansas. Following a winter storm with snow, the temperature was below freezing. A heavy fog developed and under these conditions, it freezes to the surface of trees. This is commonly known as Hoar Frost and is quite beautiful. Only God can make Kansas beautiful! :-)

Then: SUPERBOY! For Christmas one year, I received a bathrobe as a present. Now we all know, real men don't wear bathrobes. As I recall, it was a red plaid robe but with the vivid imagination of a six year old, I only saw it as red with a large "S" emblazoned on it. With it tied to my neck I flew around the farm, faster than a speeding bullet, looking for wrongs to be righted! I would stand and let the bad guy empty his gun into my chest of steel. Unlike the fake guy on television, "I" did not duck when he threw the gun at my head. HA

I began looking for places to jump off of so my "cape" would fly in the wind behind me. Higher and higher I would leap until I finally found the ultimate "high building" to leap from. The porch railing on the back porch. It must have been six feet off the ground but to a six year old, it was a skyscraper! I fearlessly leaped into the warm summer air, flying high above the earth below, at least until gravity took over. I hit very hard. I don't recall the guy on TV yelling "Ouch!" but I did. Fortunately, nothing was broken but my pride. Superboy was grounded.