I didn’t quite understand why there were Sherpa’s milling around the streets of South Omaha until I ended up behind some yahoo in a big white, obviously empty van with rear wheel drive attempt to make it up a 45 degree hill… which of course stopped my forward momentum as well as the train of hill-worthy vehicles behind me. What occurred then was a tragic tale of surrender as we slowly reversed our way back down.

The yahoo in the van still kept at it… fish-tailing his way no further up the hill and yet deeper still within our ill-thoughts.

Nebraskans seem to develop an acute mental disorder when snow comes in feet instead of inches. All previous knowledge of physics, geometry, and simple automobile driving skills somehow become lost to them. But lord knows they just keep on tryin’!