Nebraska retrospective part 4 (Kearney)
The city of Kearney (population about 35,000) represents a "coulda been" for me. It could have been so many things — the town where I attended college, where I made it solid with my girl, where we settled down to live, where we bought our home and brought our children into the world — but, instead, it's a town I hardly know. I remember buying music, some of which I still own today, at the mall and other shops. I remember taking a drum set my brother was getting rid of to a music store in the bricked section of town. I got my wisdom teeth taken out here. After my stint at McCook, I thought I would finish school here, as a lot of my friends were already attending and it was an affordable yet good school. The girl I wanted to be with was already going to school here and, indeed, still lives here. But that didn't happen. Not the school. Not the girl. Not the house or the kids. Not anything. Kearney. What coulda been. Kearney from Yanney Park. Kearney was my se...