Folks who choose to fly a kite in Kansas today would be wise to take a passport.
As I was driving east on Central from City Hall late this morning, dust was roaring north on Broadway so thick it looked like a dirty veil soaring 20 feet high. I could see farther east, or I would have stopped and called the newsroom with a news flash.
Trash swirled in the eddies of Wichita's humble structure spires. People bent into the wind, at times seeming to walk in place if they were going against gales that tickled 50 miles an hour.
Even inside the newsroom, an open door produced a howl straight from an Edgar Allan Poe story. It was as if the building were protesting the wind's sullen mood.
And if you were out in Wichita's central corridor, then March truly seemed to be roaring like a lion.
"It's spring in Kansas," a meteorologist told me.
And she was flexing her muscles a bit today.....
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