there was more german spoken in the tiny diner we had pancakes at then english. in the perfect dive of a bar, it was swedish. but this wasn’t a town that we had ever heard of. as it turns out, it was the last to be bypassed by route 66. with the fancy highway parallel, there’s no more trade, save that for it’s ‘cars’-like story [which many locals claim was the inspiration for the pixar flick]. but if it’s true americana you’re looking for, this is it. two streets, each running separate ways, an abandoned train on the outside and sinage that somehow held out through the uncomfortable years and is now miles ahead of those who consider ‘retro’ to be cool.
stop by for a day/night, soak it up – and apologize to the 3 in the main bar for me. there is nothing wrong with seger, I was just kidding.
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