THE RIGHT HANDER: HEARTLAND
Central Illinois is like this: God made a giant mud-pie and it dried flat like the surface of a still pond and with soil black as midnight. Driving south from Chicago on I-57 the farmhouses resemble schooners sailing on a calm sea of corn and soybeans. A few hours south and the land begins to roll and just when you are reminded of the Ozarks because of the fjord-like lakes that begin to appear and the onset of actual hills, comes Illinois Route 13.