Trip Report | Day 2: Henderson, Nebraska
“It sounds like a cliche,” Dave noted. “We’re in a campground in the middle of Nebraska, but we are literally surrounded by cornfields.”
“It sounds like a cliche,” Dave noted. “We’re in a campground in the middle of Nebraska, but we are literally surrounded by cornfields.”
By morning, he had decided he needed somewhere nobody cared about theater, someplace where the name Chekhov was more likely to be mistaken for a rifle than a playwright.