f you could see Nebraska through my eyes, you’d see a patchwork quilt made up of Poles, Czechs, Germans and Danes. You’d see steeples dotting the prairie. Grottoes and shrines. Iron gates and archways taking you back to an earlier time.
Unbelievable expressions of determination and faith. Places of solitude. Places of hope.
My name is Ron and this is Howard County through my eyes.