Growing up driving to Wyoming, we often found cause to drive through Nebraska, though usually as an excuse not to drive through Kansas again. (Highway 80, or 70, kids?)
Frankly, my strongest memories of Nebraska are from hours of driving through hot, muggy summer air. And possibly crickets. And definitely corn. Lots of corn. Although corn fields have a different effect on me as they do perhaps on most San Francisco residents. They make me think of home, and of my grandpa's farms west of St Louis, which were usually covered in the same rows during the summer.
I've paid a couple more visits to Omaha recently, in 2013 and 2015, en route to South Dakota. It was on one of those trips that I got this photo in front of the stadium where college students play for their championship.