Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Bean There, Done That
Heyyyy...Who said Illinois landscape is boring? In the right places, you can drive for miles and see nothing but the scene above, interrupted by the occasional farm house. It drives tourists—that is, anyone not from the midwest—absolutely nuts. It even drives the locals a bit batty. People hate it.
Ya'll just need an attitude adjustment!
Look, here's what you have to do, to properly appreciate the local corn 'n bean scene:
Wait until the cicada's are singing. Until they deafen you. Oh, and until the grasshoppers are flying.
Wait until dusk falls, and the air begins to cool, after a hot day.
Let down your hair; no pony tails or ball caps.
Turn off the A/C, and roll down all the windows in the car.
Head ye out into the country. It's not difficult to find.
Whip up the wind.
Smell sun-hot corn cooling on the stalk.
Listen to the cicadas, crickets, grasshoppers, and tree frogs.
Sing louder! Belt it out! Scream! Sing it alone, or sing it with your friends, or sing it with your kids! Make up the words!
Sing til you're done.
I'm telling you: When word of this gets out, bean field tourism is going to go straight thru the roof.