Reflections On The Death Of 3,100

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Grandpa Bill and me.

I grew up in a little town in northern Iowa. About 3,100 people lived there then.

It was a different time.

Both sides of my family had lived in my hometown, or on farms a few miles out, for more than one hundred years.

My grandpa had a business on Main Street that my dad took over when grandpa got sick.

I knew nearly everybody.

Ther…