Get off the couch and proceed a few steps east to the front door. Open. Step. Close. Bear east through the “courtyard” if you can call it that until you get to 26th Street. Turn right. Walk south two blocks. Turn another right. You are on Holdrege Street.
George W. Holdrege was a man with five kids and no pets. He went for a jog every morning and ran the Burlington & Missouri River Railroad Company, which, in 1870, made its way from more mid-western parts of the Midwest to the more Great-Plains parts of them. Namely, Lincoln, Nebraska. The wide flat space between Lincoln and Denver was filled with Bohunks and methamphetamine trees and prairie grasses with root systems that drove twenty feet down into the soil.
Or maybe they’re route systems. On 10 December 1883 the citizens of an unnamed frontier town gave their town a name—Holdrege—to honor the man who brought the railways out so far. Holdrege became the seat of Phelps County one year later, but all that was thousands of years ago.
And how did you make it to the printer? You are at 17th and Y streets. It resembles no kind of intersection.
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