Goff

On the way to Goff, we drove down a dirt road with a field of brown corn on the left side and yellow soybeans on the right, all awaiting the harvest.

In the fields, wind turbines were at work. Brick silos sat in crumbling decay just down the hill from shiny new metal ones. The country here is full of corn and soybeans and milo and cattle.

Goff is built on  a hill. The Henry Bros. service station sits on the main road, as do several aging red brick buildings with white trim and roofs. If you take one of the gravel roads up the hill, you'll drive past some modest homes, many of them aging and worn out. The town also has an overgrown ball field, a fire station, and a town park, as well as lots of construction equipment sitting in yards and driveways.

In exploring the town, we passed and re-passed the service station no fewer than three times. I was afraid they'd think we were casing the joint.