So, what’s with the schoolhouses? It started ten years ago with a “rocky” road trip. After moving (back) to Kansas in 2010, my experience of the state west of Topeka was the typical one – a narrow view from Interstate 70 on a trip to Denver, getting out of the car one time, in Hays, to pump gas.  I’d heard wild tales of towering white chalk formations, red gypsum hills, brilliant green wheat fields in spring, and endless rusty autumn vistas of the tall grass prairies. So, for