(I wasn't really on assignment. She's got a culvert project and had asked me a while ago about a giant culvert at Herbert, my hometown. I didn't know anything about it but referred Brenda to my oldest sister. If you want to know what Brenda is up to with the culverts, ask her!)
I spent last night in Tompkins on my way home from three weeks west. A delightful five hours, a sleep of trains.
In Swift Current, my new friend Shauna caught me up on the local weather while she served my bacon and eggs.
I drove to Herbert to look for the giant culvert. Annette Bower's dad installed it in the early 50s--he hauled the sheet metal out there and built the culvert on the spot--and says it's still there. This must be it:
The other side:
Annette's dad built the culvert under a stretch of the old Trans-Canada, before they built a faster one that skirts Herbert on the south side.
I'd already announced several years ago that I want my ashes scattered along here.
The cemetery's just north across the tracks.
And I swung by the house of my first ten years while I was at it.