
This weekend I ate at Glur's Tavern, established 1876, the oldest tavern in Nebraska and much of the west. Buffalo Bill would eat there on his frequent visits to Columbus, Nebraska. I seriously regret not taking photos. I found the above image at
www.nebraskahistory.org. Anyway, their menu was on a small piece of paper in a plastic holder on the table. Options included such staples as: hamburger, cheeseburger, onion rings, fries (cajun and regular), and fried gizzards. The food came out on tiny paper plates, the cook/server (and probably owner, who I hoped was named Glur) brought our food out on tiny paper plates, his finger pressed firmly into the top of the buns, breaking the bread. I think a hamburger cost $1.50 or so. I think I may have to venture back to Columbus, to explore the town further and document the experience properly with photos. It was a quaint, old (mixed with the new and slightly depressing), strange town.
I have stumbled (or driven) across so many small, interesting, antiquated towns in Nebraska. They're everywhere and they are SO interesting and visual. I think I need to embark on some sort of art/video/photography project that is about these outdated, Western towns. Nebraska is so interesting. For example, I was at a state-wide competition where a bunch of high schools students from all over the state were participating. I can't tell you how many teen boys I saw in Wranglers, cowboy boots, big rodeo buckled belts, flannels, etc. It's 2007. And they're in high school. I will say that look is not a majority, but it's certainly not seen as an oddity here. Maybe I'll do a documentary on modern day teenage cowboys. Maybe I shouldn't be posting all of my internal, creative ideas on here. My point is that Nebraska never ceases to amaze me, and I'm saying that in the most loving, non-ironic or sarcastic or condescending way possible. I have come across so many fascinating and wonderful places and people in the state, and I look forward to further exploration and discovery.