Remember this discussion about unicorns? Well Andy Netzel asked Matt Tullis to turn his comment into an essay for Cleveland Magazine. It's fun to read.
Check it out: In 1985, I truly became country. My family moved our trailer out of the trailer park and onto a piece of land just outside the tiny village of Apple Creek, near Wooster. Our new home was about 15 feet away from corn and soybean fields that were, in the spring, sprayed with liquid fertilizer. The smell of manure, not surprisingly, soaked into everything we owned: our curtains, our furniture, our clothes.
Aside from the smell we carried with us throughout the summer, the new land was wonderful. We had a great bike path, and we were also close enough to town to ride our bikes there from time to time; to the Golden Bear Dariette for ice cream or the Apple Creek Town and Country for a candy bar or a pack of baseball cards.
This was also the year I lost faith in promises of the fantastic.
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