Down-shifting into second gear, Henry Hudson’s 1987 Ford pick-up truck shimmies to a crawl and stops just short of the railroad tracks.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
Nodding my head, I ask Hudson if he believes in heat.
Chuckling, he hands me a thermos and a Styrofoam cup. His gaze remains uninterrupted.
“The heater hasn’t worked in this rig for years. I guess it’s the one way I can tell who my true friends are.”
Turning towards me, Hudson flashes a wide grin.
“And besides, I said I’d show you around–I didn’t say a damn thing about heat.”
Henry Hudson is a farmer and small business owner in northeast Nebraska. With nothing better to do on a winter’s afternoon, he offered to show me the local sites worth photographing. Despite being stingy with the heat, Henry Hudson is a man of his word.
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