Iowa, Derecho, 2020
A poem by Tara Labovich.
A poem by Tara Labovich.
The thing about derby fans and derby drivers and derby organizers is that they are incredibly “in” on the joke, whatever jokes that can be made about them and their chosen vocation.
That tiny patch of Iowa might well have been returned to corn production when the movie makers left town, but was not. It was preserved, haltingly at first, with nothing more than a rusted coffee can nailed to a post to solicit preservation donations, and now has become an industry, a revenue stream for both Iowa and big league baseball.
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In eastern Iowa, we’re a long way from recovery.
"We went last night to stand and/be counted at the high school/gymnasium."
Decades beyond its intended lifespan, the river’s shipping infrastructure faces an uncertain future.
Once the oldest operating prison west of the Mississippi, the facility is now empty, falling apart, and waiting for its next chapter.