furtech | The Middle of Nowhere

One of the places I spent time at before the con was pretty much the middle of nowhere. Somewhere in Indiana. The local paper had two sections: the local news and the sports section. World and domestic events were limited to the back of the sports section.

downtown

Middle America is, ironically, one of the most alien cultures I've ever encountered. If it didn't have to do with corn (or soybeans), the weather or Little League Baseball-- then they simply had no interest. Nice people, they had their interests and hobbies...certainly not lacking in intelligence-- just interested in different things. I think most of the women I got matched with at Eharmony were from here. Nice, but hardly interested in wearing werewolf costumes.

Indiana Sunset

The area is beautiful-- not the flatlands but the morain left by the front edge of the glacers of the last ice age. Rolling hills, lots of creeks. Funny little islands of woods that you could lose yourself in, even as you were surrounded by millions of acres of corn.

cornfield

The local headline was about an infestation of something called " Butterweed " that was concerning the local agricultural community (taking over fields, not corn=bad). I'm not sure what actual threat they posed, but their flowers sure brightened up the scenery.

I teased my friend that this was the local hot spot where the whole town came to relax. Such a fanciful name for so drab a concern.

Fantasy

I'm not so sure about this beauty salon, but I'm sure that all the local wimmin had their hair done here before retiring to the Fantasy Inn.

Fiestahair

Since they had no cable (just three clear tv stations-- two PBS stations and NBC) and their internet connection depended on how many crows were perched on the line, I just turned off and enjoyed the vacation. Even cell phone use was a production, as there were two places in the yard where I got a strong enough signal (hence my standing in the middle of the driveway a lot).