After driving the last few gently rolling
miles of Missouri, we glanced off downtown Kansas City and landed in Olathe,
Kansas, U.S.A.
Here is the interesting thing. I sent a box of dirt to Olathe by mail a few
months ago. A Christmas present,
actually. And not regular dirt. We are talking pretty good dirt. More precisely, gravel concentrate from a sapphire
mine located on the shores of the same lake upon which I live.
My sister Brenda and family live in
Olathe. The sapphire gravel was a
(somewhat unusual) gift for her grandchildren.
Yesterday, at midday, we stopped in to
visit with Brenda and crew. While we
were there, we processed the gravel and gleaned a few gems from the concentrate.
Mostly, though, we were there to hear our
voices mixing together. For a good part
of the day, we had the same sun shining on us.
This is why we cross the Missouri
River along its wending course. Just as we
did once yesterday and once the day before.
--Mitchell Hegman
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