The high Kansas plains are scarred with mile-long runways that I’ve marred with many a rubber skid mark. They were used to train the thousands and thousands of pilots and crew members needed for World War II. Perusing the Wichita Eagle-Beacon one morning during harvest season I read about ‘lodging’ which is the bending of the stalk of a plant (stalk lodging) or the entire plant (root lodging) and the germ of an idea for a story took root (so to speak).
Fast forward decades later: Mrs. V was one of Lola’s dearest lady friends who lived to be 100, reading voraciously by increasing the font size on her Kindle to the redline. The anecdote she shared of Mrs. V reading the biography of Keith Richards (“He was a good boy, because he loved his mum”) finally crystalized that story. Mrs. V passed away in 2016.
Lodging, A Story
While World War II engulfs every nation on the globe, Rebecca and her high school friend Sarah can only dream of escaping a dreary, wind-blown existence in western Kansas, until their boring, stodgy old hometown fills with handsome young men learning to fly Army Air Corps bombers known as Liberators, and their lives are suddenly filled with temptation and, perhaps, true love.
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