Whisking Through the Middle

We went to Tulsa. I hated the traffic. We spent the night. We left. We drove through parts of Oklahoma and Kansas. I have decided parts of Kansas are beautiful; parts of the state are emotionally draining, they are so beautiful. Tonight, we sleep in Manhattan. I’m getting a lay of the land for my novel. I have tried to contact two managers of the TRIGA Mark II nuclear facility, in the hope they will answer questions. I may decide not to do to Manhattan in my novel what I have already done; I may revise it. I can’t save it entirely, but it’s got too much going for it to write it off entirely. Tonight, maybe a brewpub is in order. I like university towns.