Merry Christmas from Omaha. Where its freezing.
My sister Becca and I met up with an old friend, Scott, in Omaha. Becca and I both flew in from opposite sides of the country in our attempt to make our way to my parents part of the state, where there are no viable airports. We visited the Joslyn Art Museum in Omaha on Saturday morning before hitching a ride to Hastings where we’ll meet up with our other family. Pictures to follow.. and if you’re in Omaha, hit up the museum. Its worth a visit. Oh, but preferably not this week, because you can’t walk outside in Omaha without freezing through. Hood River, I here, is experiencing the worst snow storm its ever had, but being back in Nebraska and my first venture out the front door of the airport reminded me of every reason I need not complain about NW weather. I heard the number -30 windchill being thrown around over this weekend, and I’d believe it.
Scott, in the gallery apparently named for him.