Okay, let me back up a little... I'm currently in Nevada (pronounced Ne-VAY-da, y'all), Missouri -- home of my alma mater, Cottey College -- with GirlWonder. She is attending a women's leadership workshop, which will earn her a $12,000 scholarship to Cottey, if she chooses to attend (and I hope she will). Her schedule is pretty packed,so I'm only able to hang with her for a few moments here and there.
I'm spending most of my time getting reacquainted with Nevada (oh, how I've missed fireflies!), hanging out in a tiny hotel room, and spending quality time reconnecting with Frankie Stardust, my David Bowie-crazed college friend who may or may not have executed the perfect Frank N. Furter costuming for a showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show in Kansas City freshman year, and her darling hubby, Leatherboy.
Yesterday, I was super-excited to go out bison-spotting with Frankie. Apparently, there's a herd of wild bison which hangs out around some sort of campground and nature preserve located near neighboring Liberal, Missouri.
As an aside, as we drove through, we jokingly speculated about what sort of "liberal" ideology may have earned the town its name, back in the 1800s, when it was founded. I supposed that, perhaps, it was founded by "the sort of progressive bastards who thought it acceptable for women to show their ankles." As it turns out, it was actually founded to be a town in which Christians were not allowed, and atheism reigned. I snagged this from Wikipedia: