540. Grant, Perkins County (NE04)

This reminds me a little of Chase County, but a little less so. It’s stout and angular (though not quite as much), but it also has crosses, setting off that church/state thing. The columns, oddly enough, soften it a little bit, which is not something that you think of classical architectural features doing, but there it is.

I grabbed the cache on the way to the courthouse, a tube hidden between a couple of poles. I thought this one would be a little harder, what with it being near thick foliage and and electrical boxes, too. The number of possibilities was pretty big. But I got lucky. It was in the first place I looked, which was fine by me because I really didn’t want to go down into those trees at that moment. Sometimes (in fact, often) it’s just better to be lucky than good. Besides, just like Chase County, it was only one of only five in the county. I didn’t feel like cavorting across the county. Especially not at that moment. Between the cache and the courthouse, I had one of those proverbial brushes with…something. As I was driving up the road, I saw a large work truck driving up ahead of me. There was nothing coming and it was a two lane road, so I drove into the oncoming traffic lane so I could pass. What I didn’t know was that the truck apparently had no brake lights. It wasn’t slow, it was stopped. And, more importantly, it was stopped so it could turn left into (I assume) its company. Which was directly into my path trying to pass. I had to hit the brakes, swerve back into the correct lane, and hope. As you can tell from the fact that I am here to tell the tale, I did not end up dying in a ditch in Nebraska. Of all the ways I could go, that is not the one I would have foreseen. Then again, I have also learned that what I foresee is not always the metric of things. But you know something? Despite all the cursing and all the anger as I drove away, I was unexpectedly good. If you don’t mind me paraphrasing Gracchus Babeuf (or, depending on your source, Aeschylus, Emiliano Zapata, or George Washington), it’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees. I don’t, in this case, relate it to oppression, but rather to the difference between activity and inaction. I don’t want to die (there are too many things and people to live for), but I was out there. I was rolling. I was seeing the world, even if the world was Nebraska. What’s a little bit of fear and a brush with death compared to that? Surly, but full of rushing blood and metaphorical adrenaline, I pressed ahead, consumed with purpose, even if that purpose was as simple as reaching…

3 thoughts on “540. Grant, Perkins County (NE04)

  1. Last year I was with my boss in Destin – he was driving. We were going 40 mph when a car decided to make a left turn in front of us. That wouldn’t have been a problem but the street he was turning on had traffic and there was no room for him to complete the turn, so there he was stopped dead in front of us. My boss did some amazing driving and we avoided the accident, but we were in shock. I still swear I heard us hit him (my boss swears that too) and I could see airbags deploying and everything, but that all never happened. It’s like two universes met and I could see both briefly. It can be very scary! I drank a lot of tequila that day and we still talk about it.


  2. I woke up grabbed my coffee as we make plans for the day. Yours was the only new email in my in box. I like the court house as it reminds me of others. I can do with out the crosses on public property but I get it.
    Then the cache @%$@#@ ! We to have been down many of a gravel roads. So glad and happy you missed the accident. I remember being a courier driving a van from Miami (to west Palm Beach) at 4 am in the morning I-95 a quite stretch past the city no traffic but one small convertible spots car. Yes I went to pass, 4 lane and they drifted into my Lane!!!! the driver corrected and all was well. You just remember some of those moments. (even over 40+ years back).

    Stay vigilant and be safe!


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