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Haymarket, Farmers’ market

July 7, 2013

Saturday, 6 July 2013

Instead of breakfasting at the B&B, we went to the Haymarket area, where we met Marsha, Pam and a couple of other women for the Saturday morning farmers’ market. That’s what they call it anyway, although farmers would be a distinct minority. No matter; it was fun.


We start with a big truck displaying a sticker: Had enough? Vote Democrat, and then a couple of other stickers that provide ample evidence for a claim that Nebraskaners are hopelessly reactionary, conservative, and ignorant about basic economics.


The stalls open at 8, and we did the rounds.


Some very nice rocks here. At perhaps the other extreme was the booth specializing in various goat cheese varieties. Nice.


At the end of what was the old train station, we find a really nice ceramic mural. Marsha and Jacky standing here enjoying the little square.


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We find a string quartet, putting in their hours, the infinite time needed to become pros. There was a flautist over in another area.


Don’t they say you need to do 10 000 hours of practice (not just repetition) to become world-class? Makayla Urbauer, above, had already put in several thousand of the necessary hours.

Colby to Lincoln

July 4, 2013

Thursday, 4 July 2013

We were late waking up — almost 6:30 — but the motel had cereal and yogurt and bananas and coffee, which we ate, and biscuits and gravy, which we didn’t.

On the road before it was too hot; we took highways 24, 83, 383 in Kansas, then went north in Nebraska to Alma, where they were just getting ready for a parade — everyone in town arrayed out along the curb — on to Holdredge, and pretty much straight east from there to Lincoln.

We thought we might stop at Minden to see the pioneer village, but their asking price of admission was twice what we were willing to pay, so we settled for wandering around the town instead.


Today’s one and only entry in the small animals department, a toad we found in the gravel of the campground parking lot. Well hidden, and at first I thought it had been flattened by a car, but when Jacky nudged it with her toe, it stood up and posed for us.


Modern art department, rural style. I was thinking how much investment  is tied up idly, not just at dealers, but also the equipment owned by farmers, contractors and everyone else, most of which stands idle almost all the time.

As Linden points out, an impoverished culture is one in which people are cheap and stuff is expensive, and a wealthy culture is the reverse. The latter is much to be preferred.


There are grain elevators everywhere, mostly along railroad tracks. We saw long, long, long trains of grain cars, idle today, waiting to be loaded with grain. This train came by while we were waiting to cross the tracks into Minden town, hauling empty cars.


Minden is another of these moderately nice little towns, a large square defining the center of town, a courthouse defining the center of the square, and just about every business and institution in town on the streets immediately surrounding the square.

We came into Lincoln via Crete, the southern route, and found the Rogers house B&B, where we’re staying.


Jacky called Roy and made arrangements to see him and Camrin tomorrow. I called Allison, who came over. We went out walking, through the architecturally distinctive neighborhood surrounding the B&B.


From there, we went to the Sunken Garden and the Rose Garden, where I found no more small animals to photograph. Then downtown to the Haymarket district, the old railroad station and surrounding warehouses in the process of transformation into upscale pubs and restaurants and such, where we dined on Mex food.

Long day; glad we don’t have extensive driving in our next few days.