The first and last time I saw Omaha, I was struck by the tremendous gray of the place. The town's sky, its streets, its buildings, even the skin of the townsfolk themselves all seemed to be cast in this otherworldly shade of slate. Granted it was winter, and there wasn't much color to be found anywhere on the plains. Still, this was a city, and even during the bleakest season, a city should... More >>>