Bitter Nebraska Wind Chill

Most of the plains states (states of the plains?) are windy, with bitterly cold winters.

We don’t hear, these days, too much about “wind chill factor”. I’m guessing “wind chill factor” was junk science. I’m guessing further “wind chill factor” caught on, in the public imagination, because it had its own subjective truth.

The subjective truth of “wind chill factor” factored in to what Adair and her parents were experiencing this one chilly day, where with all the warmth they could bear, without cracking, they saw their daughter “off”.

She had to go, they thought. They thought this, why? She was grown. It was time for her to be independent. Heck, Nebraska is in the USA, and, with the Declaration of Independence, we know ourselves some independence — of and for the people, including beautiful young daughters tearing our cracked hearts out of the Nebraska heartland.

There was a comfort in the bus station. It was quiet, and empty.

They had to awaken Margaret, the ticket clerk.

Over the phone, Margaret had informed them the cost of a ticket to NYC.

Margaret apologized for napping on the job. She was groggy, but recollected full well Adair and her parents would be here, at this time, “BE HERE NOW”. Adair, venturing out, on her own. Adair, not really terrified. She’d miss her parents, sure. She had the additional feeling she was fulfilling them, and in a way, living for them.