Like all of the Midwest towns we’ve visited, there is a rail line through Concord, Michigan, and like many others, this line is now defunct. The old grist mill dominates the approach to the village. We drove slowly through the town and found the Mann House. Laurie Perkins greeted us at the back door. “Your trip has everyone in these parts abuzz!” |
I took some pictures around the outside, but in the bright glare of the August sun, I couldn’t capture the looming grandeur of this relic of a time when the town was the processing and transportation hub of the area. I was just ready to head back to meet with Bill when a curtain moved. I stood there for a while – Joers Farm Center didn’t look like a place that was used to having visitors; I took a couple of more steps back up the hill before turning on my heels, taking a deep breath, and knocking on the door. There was no answer, so I tried the doorknob.
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