A few years ago, Moose found this photograph in a cardboard box at a yard sale, and it has been hanging on her bulletin board ever since. Many years from now, when she thinks of her hometown, this will be what she remembers.
(One of the great things about spending time in an imaginary place is that you can go there any time of the year. You can write a Christmas story in August, or draw a spring story in November. Or, in the very worst parts of a vile Midwestern “third winter”, you can pick up your camera and take a walk through Kekionga on a beautiful October day. It’s always fall in the Indiana of the mind, if you want it to be. And I mostly do. )