It's an annual pilgrimage, driving one day straight-through to my wife's hometown, to visit her aging parents and their dwindling number of local friends. The town is a village, and here are photos from the "downtown."
The village of 1,000 boasts a surprisingly large number of Ukrainian churches, both Catholic and Orthodox.
My daughter, daughter-in-law, and wife read the names of soldiers from the village, killed in the First, Second, and Korean wars.
When social media fails.
Even irony finds its way to prairie villages.
Garden gnomes from the Pre-Ironic Era.
Dead bugs on the bumper of a Dodge minivan.
The hardware store features fake brick cladding.
With just one hotel in the village, it is called upon to provide all essential services.
After the grain elevators got pulled down, the train didn't run through here anymore.
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