Where Genres Collide Traci Dowe YA Author

Cept, I don’t think it’s grain anymore. I didn’t trespass, so I wouldn’t know, but I saw no sign of grain other than the sign about grain.

Fortville is a small town, largely rural, northeast of Indianapolis. There are not a lot of towns like Fortville anymore. As we walked down the streets, I was reminded of the small town life I knew for several years in my childhood. If you didn’t get to spend part of your childhood in a small town, I’m sorry, but yeah, you missed out.

Didja walk railroad tracks as a kid?
I sure did.

Anyone else think what was the Fortville Grain Co. is now a stone company? Cause I do.

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