
Helen and I went to visit my cousin Tom in Webster City, Iowa before he returned to California (he had come back to Iowa for my mother's funeral) - and he took us on a walk along the river. In the middle of no where (woods wise) stood a lone chimney. Tom had done a bit of reseach and found out that this had been a rendering plant a long time ago - long before laws existed about thowing "stuff" [I won't describe] into the river. The chimney and a broken up foundation is all that remains.

A titlting chimney...
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