Today I drove about seven miles west out of Wichita -- and what felt like about 40 years back in time. My journey took me out past the west side's New Market Square shopping center (no, I didn't stop), past Eberly Farms, the site of a company picnic 10 years ago, past the Northwest YMCA, and then on further than I have ever gone, til I zoomed right past 183rd St.,where I was supposed to turn north. I wasn't expecting my turn to take me onto an unpaved road. I circled back, headed north, then west into the tiny but bucolic rural town of St. Mark's, where I'd been invited to speak to a group of students. There were four buses in the lot outside the church hall where a couple hundred 3rd through 8th graders were sitting criss-cross apple sauce, patiently waiting to hear me, a "real author," discuss where ideas come from. They came from four schools in the Renwick District, and this event -- my talk and perhaps more importantly, free pizza --was their reward for reading the William Allen White books. I spoke for about an hour, about the real cat that inspired my book, "Santa's Stray," but also the real life experiences that inspired the authors of books they had just read.
Bottom line? Look around, pay attention in life, wonder about things and why they are the way they are. What you observe will fuel your imagination. I wondered about this town and its beautiful children, all of them seemingly unspoiled by the troubles of the city, living lives I thought had faded away with my own childhood.
Outside, someone mowed the church lawn and the air hung with the scent of freshly cut grass. I flashed back to asking a group of south side Wichita 6th graders once, what their favorite outdoor smell was. They had looked at me confused, and answered uncertainly, "Gasoline?"
These country kids sat silently and listened for over an hour, without a single hush from a teacher. And then they lined up for pizza, for copies of my books and then, for my signature. My own slice of pizza grew cold as I asked each one their name, then wrote it and mine in their books. Its been nearly three years since I published a book; more than one year since my last book signing. By buying my books, these kids raised $430 for Wichita's Lord's Diner. In doing so they will provide food for hungry kids in the city several miles to the east, but whose lives are a whole world a way. To the children of Colwich, Garden Plain, Andale and St. Mark's on behalf of the children in Wichita, thank you. (By the way, that's me in the pink jacket.)