When they're not fighting floods, Iowans read. They're good people. Once, many years ago, I found myself staying for a week in a motel in a tiny town (with only one restaurant that was only open on Wednesdays and Friday-Sunday). Each morning I would be picked up and delivered to a different school, then returned in the afternoon. When the owner of the motel discovered I had no car of my own, he offered me his and I drove to the movie house (also only open a few nights a week) and saw Little Shop of Horrors. On another evening he and his wife took me over to the Mississippi to watch the barges go through the locks.
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