Bryan was founded in 1840. A sign imparts this knowledge to me, as the Amtrak continues to ebb and weave through the United States on its journey towards the 'Windy City'. I'm in Ohio now. Toledo. Wauseon. And Bryan.
It kind of feels familiar even though I've never been here before. It must be all of those years of American television absorption. I could be on the set of Smallville riding in a red pickup truck with Lana Lang, or battling a bald-headed villain in the seemingly endless maze of maize. Or I could be strapped to a water pipe in a barn with Helen Hunt (I wish) waiting for a twister to pass on through. Unfortunately, Bill Paxton had this honour. Now he is a Mormon bigamist. He has all the luck with the ladies.
So this is how it looks, for as far as my eyes can see.
Barns. Heavy vehicles. Silos. Toiled earth. Tractors and other farm machinery. Trees. Farm houses. And 'Titan' sheds so big that they would make any Australian bloke jealous.
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