French Midwest

Good hair Jesus

The chestnuts in Sussex were just beginning to get that dusty brown rattling in their leaves but there isn’t much sign of autumn in the trees here. The grasses along the road are silvery and brown though, and the seeds are all blown. In the fields, the sunflowers hang their heads like discouraged grannies.

Much of the countryside here could be in the midwest. In the space of an hour we drove through Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska. At one point I could’ve been driving through Kansas (except there was no molten wind to flay the flesh from my bones). Once in a village, the comparison disappears. For one small example, this is a catholic area. Large crucifixes are prominently erected in town squares and at crossroads. That’s unusual enough. An additional curiosity is that these Jesus’ have a lot of hair; voluminous, glossy, shampoo commercial hair. Quite attractive, really. I don’t think Jesus has such good hair in Nebraska.