On Wednesday we flew to Kansas City to see Tom's photography show. We pick up the rental car and drive 90 miles west to Manhattan and then out to Lee's farm for pizza in the evening.
That's Tom at the reception (with the red tie) standing next to Mrs Phred (with the plateful).
Tom met Lee out here in 1967. After Tom's loft got blown up on 9/11 he became a nomadic photographer and periodically visited Lee (the veterinarian above). Tom went out with Lee on his professional calls and started a series of photographs spanning many years which eventually became this art show.
We went after the show to dinner with Tom. Jil, Stephanie, Tim, Jim, Betty and the man who made Tom's images into art for the show. Everyone at the table were liberal elitists from the east and west coasts except for the Kansan who printed up the art and whispered that he was a known Democrat.
The Jayhawkers we met in Kansas all seemed very nice. Manhattan is a small college town. It's a place I would consider living (largely agricultural and academic) if we weren't living somewhere else. (Jayhawkers were guerrilla fighters from Kansas who often clashed with pro-slavery groups from Missouri during the Kansas/Missouri border wars).
In the morning, on Thursday, Mrs. Phred and I visited the Manhattan Library ( I picked up a copy of Catch 22 for $1.25), the County Museum and the Flint Hills Activity center. We learned a lot about burning the prairie to attract the buffalo, a practice which continues today on the grazing lands of Kansas farms.
Finally we had dinner Friday night at Lee's farm with a large number of Tom and Lee's relatives. Saturday we flew back to Sarasota arriving back at the RV a little after Midnight.