"Wichita, Kansas. Sodbusters, buffaloes, cowboys on long dusty cattle drives, Wyatt Earp’s jail. All that happened a long time ago. A hundred years later, I knew a landscape of tract houses, the IGA, Woolworth’s lunch counter and car lots, one after another, their boundaries marked by strings of colored flags. There were drive-in movies, Mexican restaurants and tall grain silos like sentinels along the railroad tracks. The straight black streets went on and on, stopping only at the wheat fields on the edge of town.
It was, by one measure, a classic midcentury American boyhood — I had a bicycle and a paper route, and an older brother with whom I shared a room." #davidsallewrites #nytimes #Wichita http://ow.ly/4fYL30aUXU2 photo by sean donnola