Well, folks, one morning I woke up to a completely still morning in Here, Kansas. No birds, no insects, no wind brushing the curtains through the screened windows, no cars driving by on Kansas Street. Iola Humboldt stirred beside me.
"Listen," I said to her, "what do you hear?"
"Heat," she said. "When it's this hot, things are still. When it stays still, you know it's still hot.'"
"We're not staying still," I said. "I've got plans. You don't hear any cars in town because everyone in Here is off driving the roads, enjoying the excitement of wheat harvest."