the buffalo bill roundup

We think we saw every main street in Kansas yesterday, almost. Although the rain prevented us from running around in the tallgrass prairie, we did manage to see a lot of flat land. First stop on the Santa Fe Trail was Cassoday, Kansas, population 131. We avoided the stares of people and even cows who knew we weren't from around these parts. We heard a story about Columbia students taking a greyhound down to Cottonwood Falls, an event which was so momentous that a local newspaper wrote a story about it. Then we ate at a Mennonite restaurant in Hillsdale, Kansas - brisket! sauerkraut! peanut butter pie! Finally, we ended up at the Boot Hill B&B in Dodge City, which in its heyday was part of what my mother always termed Bloody Kansas, and which the brochure tells us was once termed "Buffalo Capitol of the World," "Queen of the Cowtowns," and the "Wickedest Little City in America." We're visiting on a Sunday, of course.