Today, I’ve biffed my shoulders and shins and hands – jammed my fingers as if I were still playing 8th-grade basketball – all thanks to an allergy-encouraged adventure into vertigo. Spring in Kansas, with its sudden warmth, forsythia, wind and annual burning-of-the-fields is bittersweet. Warmth and greening? Yay! Allergies outrunning my Allegra-D? Not-so-yay. I am … More Grounded