About a week before I write this, I met a man for the first time. Though it is unlikely that I will see him again, it is unlikely that I will forget him. This was a side trip for us, as we meandered for a weekend through the beauty and nostalgia of Ohio. Once you find yourself about an hour south of Cleveland, you are in a Land of Barns, where cornfields and cattle punctuate the countryside. There are miles and miles of open roads unblemished by Starbucks, CVS or Big Box Retail. Is the air truly fresher or does it just seem that way? On the Open Road in Ohio We drove out to meet this man to examine his wares. The GPS faithfully led us to the desired location, but we assumed that we were misled as there was no business sign to alert customers like us. Not quite the marketing strategy we know from city life where advertisements will soon appear on toilet paper. He has an unusual profession, which I will not identify, as this might be enough to identify him which wo
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