Bedford, Iowa. Small-town stuff among the unending corn and wheat; fields separated by dirt tracks on a grid system. The wind blows here; nothing to stop it except for a few lines of trees here and there, waiting for the next tornado. But with a circular horizon comes a big sky, and everyone gets to see the sun go the whole 180, full east to full west. Folks farm here mostly, or do things wrapped up with the land in one way or another. They don't usually become professors of neurosurgery at Yale.
Original Article: [In Context] How far away the cornfield. Dennis Spencer's journey