Cany143 wrote:
As in Poverty Flats. The place south of town where there's never a lack of cactus or tumbleweeds or flatness (except, of course, for the lone, low hill that rises to the Olympian height of perhaps twenty feet, where the gods do dwell, and where they survey their domain and note the mortals who traipse therein....). Poverty, the place I often go when there's nowhere else worth going. Sweet, sweet Poverty!
I like the image a lot, but ... that's not flat. I was raised on a wheat farm in central Kansas. There was a very small hill outside of a nearby town ..... and it actually had a name. 😎