Snow.
The wonderful thing about Iowa is you never really know what to expect. One day it’s warm and sunny and you are thinking about spring and all those fun outside activities, and in the next moment you are bundled up like you are a part of the last Antarctic adventure and wading out into the blizzard to see if you have mail.
One thinks many things when socked in by the “big one”. Probably your first thought is “do I have enough milk?” and then it’s followed by “how long can I stay in this house with my family before I go clinically insane.”
For three weary travelers, the city hall in Dexter was home for 24 hours during the storm. Three interesting gentlemen who loved their time here. Two from Iowa City on their way to jobs at a packing plant in western Nebraska and one from Minneapolis trying to get back to Omaha for his wife’s birthday. They were treated in fine fashion by the fire department and city staff as they bedded down for the night watching television accounts of roads closed.
Being stir crazy myself I ventured up on Friday and loaded them into the truck for a lunch trip to the Dexter Café. The guys loved getting out and thought the food was not only great (some had the special and others ordered off the menu) but that they were given the royal treatment. Noting the look of concern on their faces as we got ready to leave the café I asked if they’d like to have the $5 tour of town.
So we bumped from one side of Dexter to the other, giving them all the history and pageantry of our small town. They enjoyed it, liked what they saw and two of the gentlemen were interested in this place “What you call Perry? Is it far?” , after finding out that they have great Mexican eating establishments.
Sadly this story like all from the storm came to an end at 3 p.m. on Friday as we gave them the news that although we couldn’t guarantee their safety we may just find a long way around from Dexter to Omaha and in an instant they were rushing around and packing up their belongings. With a gift of Dexter Fire & Rescue t-shirts and a hearty wave we sent them on their way. I hope they had a good time and that they’ll stop again on their way through when the weather is warmer and they don’t feel so much like prisoners. All in all, it was an exciting moment in the monotony of the late winter storm.
See you next week…Remember, we’re all in this together.