All of a sudden Iowa and No. 2 highway are in the major news.
A Fremont county, Iowa comprehensive plan runs a proposed Iowa 2 highway right smack dab into the Missouri river upstream from Nebraska City.
At the same time Iowa is spending nearly a half million dollars to resurface Iowa 2 from Nebraska City to the junction east of Waubonsie park.
The rebuilding job on Iowa 2 is a dandy as Mark Wurtele and I observed the other day.
For one thing the highway will probably lose its name as "kidney killer" once completed. The state is also adding six feet to the width for a 24-foot asphalt highway.
Job Superintendent Vern Cooper is proud of his 60-man crew which has snapped all records in tonnage of asphalt laid on roadbeds.
Mark pointed out the race track north of the first curve and the track shop on the other side of the highway. Sports fans are hopeful the track will be open this year despite a setback with flood waters.
Interstate 29 that is slowly moving south of Council Bluffs and north of St. Joseph, Mo., is still a long ways from the proposed cloverleaf interchange east of the Percival-Iowa 2 junction.
We followed the St. Joseph interstate north a few days ago but were disappointed to find the super highway ends south of Savannah, Missouri.
We dunked a super-dooper-pooper type of bait into a lake southeast of Kansas City and in a short time filled the deep freeze with Bluegill.
E.A. Ford won't believe this, but we caught Bluegill at the rate of one every three minutes for six hours . . . and how's that for a fish story?
The bait is something new and the little insects cost two cents apiece.
Optimists asked Postmaster Howard Baltensperger the other day why Nebraska City does not have a post office. The postmaster said that's pretty much up to public opinion.
He did say that the present building is adequate for the present mail volume and system. The big item, of course, is location and the present site seems to be the best.
Good luck to Junior Bruns, the new director of the Youth Center . . . I sure hope he likes loud music . . . We'll miss the eloquent tongued Winston Rashleigh and his fine family when they move to Fremont in a few weeks . . . Lester Hohnroth has a 25-acre lake under construction on his farm.