I think the old town hall is in Dayton, Minnesota; but it's at the crossroads of "nowhere" and "where am I" so I can't be certain.
It's on a tiny lot that was begrudgingly annexed from a corn field. The gravel road is so close to the steps they don't need a sidewalk.
It's too hot for mosquitoes (100 degrees) but the horseflies are very cranky.
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