“Not in Kansas Anymore” by Rocco Versaci – selection #39 of Deal Me “IN” 2016

The Card: ♠K♠  King of Hearts (the picture at left is, appropriate for this story, from a Bicycle deck)

The Suit: For this year’s Deal Me IN, Hearts is my suit for “Stories from Indiana literary magazines and journals.

The Selection: “Not in Kansas Anymore” from my copy of the Spring 2014 issue of “Midwestern Gothic” magazine.

The Author: Rocco Versaci (pictured at left upper right [from his website]), who earned both his M.A. and PhD at Indiana University, and also worked as film critic for the Bloomington Herald times. He is currently teaching at Palomar College in San Marcos, California. You may learn more about this author at http://www.roccoversaci.com/

What is Deal Me “IN” 2016? I’m glad you asked! Before the start of each year, I come up with a list of 52 stories to read and assign each of them to a playing card in a standard deck. Each week, I draw a card, and that is the story I read. By the end of the year (52 weeks), I’m done, and ready to start a fresh deck. (For a more detailed explanation of the Deal Me In challenge, see the sign up post. For a look at my deck of cards/story roster click here.) Since 2016 is my home state’s bicentennial, in this year’s edition of my annual Deal Me In challenge, I’m reading only stories that have an Indiana “connection” of some kind. Deal Me “IN” is also now officially endorsed as a “Legacy Project” by The Indiana Bicentennial Commission.


Not in Kansas Anymore

“This is some perverted backwoods version of Zen, where I’m shackled to the present moment, forced to feel each droplet of sweat, smell each dead possum, listen to each echo of thunder.”

Are you a homebody or do like adventure? How do you feel about road trips? For my part, I’m usually happy staying at home, or at least only straying to places that I’m familiar and comfortable with.  That said, I have been on my share of road trips over the years as well and enjoyed them for the most part. In a sense, this story reminded me of that feeling of being “on the road” and made me think that, in a way, being on the road is almost an altered state of consciousness…

This is kind of what the narrator of this story experiences.  We join him in medias res, pedaling across the country on his bicycle, as he’s leaving Kansas and entering Missouri (just one of the reasons for the story’s title). His reaction to seeing the “leaving Kansas and entering Missouri” sign on the road? “About Goddamn time!” (having driven across Kansas, I can appreciate the fact that it is a very long way across)  He encounters a detour, which have come to plague him during his trek.  Here we also learn a little of his background:

“Detours are another matter. Detours, I know about. I hit a big one in my mid-thirties. A lump in my chest that became nine weeks of chemotherapy. Nine weeks inside a body being slowly almost-killed. Like a lot of detours, it had piss-poor signage, and by the time I got back on the road I’d been on, it didn’t look the same.”

Smattered with details of small encounters on his trip, especially in the Ozarks, the story leaves the reader with a good idea of that ‘altered state’ of consciousness that being on the road can evoke. I liked the story a lot and it made me feel like going on a trip myself. I will NOT be bicycling, however. J

What are some of your favorite road trips (of any kind)?  I’ve often thought of going on a literary road trip, retracing some of Kerouac’s routes but haven’t pulled the trigger yet. Or maybe a re-tread of (roughly) the path of the Lewis and Clark Expedition would be fun.  I also have accumulated a list of great places that I visited as a child on summer ‘family camping trips’ that I’d really like to see again through the eyes of my adult self. Maybe when I retire I’ll finally have ample time to try these things…

below: from wikipedia – a map of the Ozark Mountains, where much up and down pedaling was done by the author in the story



  1. Dale said,

    November 19, 2016 at 1:23 pm

    My longest road trip I went on was in 2005 when I drove from Indianapolis to Phoenix (and then one day went to Yuma) with my family. On the way back we hit Memphis (Graceland, Beale Street, etc.).

    I just finished reading Bruce Springsteen’s autobio “Born to Run”. He made lots of road trips from New Jersey to California and back. He made them when he was a poor struggling artist and he made them when he was rich and famous. I will probably be posting about the book soon.

    The only literary road trips I’ve been on have been two trips to Hannibal, MO to do the Mark Twain thing.

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    • Jay said,

      November 21, 2016 at 10:18 am

      I’ve seen the Springsteen bio and am interested in reading it but don’t know when I’ll get to it. I’ve thought a literary road trip to Washington Irving Country would be nice someday. Driving up and down the Hudson Valley…

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  2. November 20, 2016 at 12:05 am

    Dale has me beat: our longest road trip has been Omaha to Phoenix, the first time in 1999 when we moved here, and then a Phoenix-Denver-Omaha-Phoenix over the course of a couple weeks in 2015. I love road trips, but I also don’t drive so I might be biased. 😉

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    • Jay said,

      November 21, 2016 at 10:17 am

      Not counting my childhood family camping trips (which sometimes lasted many weeks and thousands of miles – my dad was a teacher and had summers off), my longest solo trip was a drive out to Moab, UT in 2002. That was the first time I’d been on an extended trip by myself and I really enjoyed the freedom of making all the decisions about where to stop, what to see, etc. without getting come kind of committee approval.:-)

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  3. December 13, 2016 at 1:48 pm

    Thank you for the focus on & kind words about my story, “Not in Kansas Anymore.” It’s actually an excerpt from my book, “That Hidden Road: A Memoir” (Apprentice House, 2016), which is about my solo, cross-country bicycle journey (and other things like surviving cancer & divorce). That was the biggest road trip that I’ve ever taken or expect to take–a journey both outward and inward, which is what makes them so interesting, I think.


    • Jay said,

      December 20, 2016 at 12:58 pm

      Thanks for the comment and for visiting. My dad was the bicyclist in my family. Riding solo on a ‘primitive’ (single-speed, coaster break) bike once to visit my grandparents over 350 miles away.

      I once hiked a trail in the grand canyon with a random fellow hiker who had stopped there as part of his cross-country journey. My hat is off to anyone who has the stamina and wherewithal to complete a challenge like that!


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