I have my car loaded, my boys are supposed to be eating breakfast and we are surrounded by young, business types. Mostly males who look like they are 21 years old. I feel old and crazy. My kids are running through the breakfast area playing Ghostbusters and poking each other in the butt with forks. They are all staring at me like I”m “THAT” crazy old lady with scary hair and a bad drinking habit. Only I’m driving and drinking is out of the question, especially this early…Now to corral the kids in the car and head off towards Colorado…which means going through Kansas AND that alone is enough to make me break down and cry.