Cozad and Gothenburg are atypically deceiving along Nebraska’s rural route number 30. Sure like every little berg in America there is a Main street. The town’s grid is neatly laid out. Numbered streets, and lettered avenues, just like in New York, are common. But when you journey just a few blocks east or west of that ubiquitous Main Street the character of these towns is more like suburbia. Neatly manicured midsized, ranch style homes line tree shaded streets. Look loser and you’ll find the parks, uniform curbs, paved driveways and front lawn swing sets. Along the highway dogs know better that to run after eighteen wheelers or one hundred thirty car freight trains. On these back streets though have your spray handy. Every dog had been taught that they own the block they live on and don’t gape too long at the sights, the colors and the home town folks or you are sure to trip on a mid block speed bump. Now continue n another five blocks and there you will be once again surrounded by cattle, horses, waving corn, and the aroma of fresh manure. Maybe this isn’t suburbia after all.
Tuesday, June 19th, 2012