College towns in winter

I forgot my phone charger in Iowa City last weekend. I thought I could use two, because I have tendency to forget that fucking thing and I could thus always leave one in my suitcase. This would relive my hypothetical travel hosts of ever having to rush mail an AC adapter. Who knows what the terrorists are up to nowadays? Anyhow, I found the address of the local Verizon store. It was in downtown Champaign. I took the bus there and the bus was empty and when I got to the "Verizon Store" it was actually a porn shop with purple window frames and 2-way windows (?). I didn't think they sold cell phones but I could've found out. I didn't. I took a bus home and there were only 3 people on it (during rush hour) so the bus driver went off-route and dropped all of us off at our front doors. I've never had such service.

This morning in Buckley (pop. 600, maybe) I stopped in the local convenience store. A few years back they were selling smoked whitefish for the holidays. The woman behind the counter didn't know what whitefish was. It snowed last night and my cousin says that the snow on the cornfields makes the ground look like an oreo cookie in milk. I think it looks like driving through cold milk. When I was looking for smoked fish, my cousin was at the Buckley Bank. The Buckley Bank has the most balling candy jar, ever. I don't know what half the candy in that thing is, or where they even procure these treats. Like cherry flavored lifesavers and jellied fruit slices that taste like fresh jam. In my younger years I would follow my uncle into the bank and scoop out candy with both hands and stuff my fanny pack. My uncle smiled while the bank tellers tried to stop me, but they couldn't stop me. You seriously have no idea how good this candy is.