
What impressed me was the line of charred prairie grass we saw, evidence that Thursday's wildfires had jumped the road. Before we saw the house I said to Nettl, "Maybe it's like in 'Garp': the chances of that happening here again are infintessimal!" Too bad the house was such a disappointment. Goodbye picnics, goodbye fishing, goodbye porch swing, goodbye screen door. Oh well. There are other houses, but the image of the charred land will stay with me forever.