A.J. Dome and Stan Finger

Brewin' Up Something New

There’s something magical about the Flint Hills of Kansas. It’s like driving through an ocean that changes colors depending on the season.

For some, it may be boring. For me and countless others, however, it is transformative. The timeless nature of the last sizable parcel of tallgrass prairie remaining in North America.

I was reminded of its majesty recently during a trip to Emporia to meet my cousin, A.J. Dome, to discuss a book project we want to do together. I won’t go into details because nothing’s official, but we’re both enthused about it.

As if I need another project on my long to-do list. But we both recognize this is a book that should be done and we want to do it, so it’ll be interesting to see how it comes together.

A.J.’s now a reporter in Council Grove and has also worked in public radio. I’m thinking storytelling may be in the genes.

emporia sign