Last night I pulled into Oakley KS with the intensions of writing. I had stopped early and had a few stories I wanted to get up here. Rather than relax in my bunk though, I sat in the cab wondering if I should have kept going, if I should start going again, or if I should sit tight and hope to hell what I was looking at didn't turn out to be something similar to Joplin MO. Earlier in the evening, as I was heading south I had watched a large storm build up in front of me, then slowly disappear. Good I thought, I didn't

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