Nebraska posts its towns at the shoulder of the highway. A green sign, white letters, a name, and a number. The number comes from the decennial census, and it hangs there until the next count changes it. Along the roads I know best, the numbers read like a countdown. Ord, two thousand. North Loup, three hundred. Monowi, one. Two years ago I drove the le…
Two Thousand, Three Hundred, One
Worth the electricity
