Here is the site I captured as I found my way off of US 50 into the center of this prairie town. The Santa Fe tracks go right through the center still. Compare to the old station setting and I could image my grandfather sitting down to a meal at the Fred Harvey Restaurant with others from the train back in the golden era of the railroad. As I was sharing with Mr. Stinemetz in Dodge City, my granddad Glessner was so passionate about the Santa Fe, he would have me count Santa Fe cars when I was a youth, and give me a penny for each one! Kept my attention. Also he gave me a nickel for each white horse. Always wonder if that was a rural Ohio thing or even a Lady Godiva thing.
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