Broken Bow

I've been out with many of my family.

There's a place in Broken Bow called Fiesta Brava, and my grandparents... mow their grass and like trim their, you know, take care of like do the landscaping and stuff.

And so we usually get free meals at Fiesta Brava and the amount of, uh, I think it's just like chicken and cheese with like rice.

The amount of meals that I have seen my extended family consume of that is ungodly high.

Let's go.

Wait, so where is it? Broken

Bow? Broken Bow.

Listen, we got Sandhills up in here now.

Um, And those calves, our cost of gain was huge.

We actually ended up sending them to Broken Bow, Nebraska, thinking the market's going to be better there.

Our cost of gain was a little bit better there, but we had a huge freight bill.

Ultimately, the calves didn't gain.

Yeah, Jack? He turned back towards me.

Where'd you say all that showers business took place? Where? Hell, didn't I mention it? It's somewhere outside Broken Bow, Nebraska.

Fucking hell on earth, if you ask me.

Mr. Mayes walked out of the bar after waving to me, running into the wall before eventually finding the door.

We weren't going to be able to do another trip like this for a long time, so I figured we may as well make the best of it.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought of it as a little tribute to Mr. Mays, a guy that, in retrospect, helped me realize that I wanted to be a writer.

Anyway, we left Colorado and made the long, boring, and barren drive to Broken Bow, Nebraska, or Hell on Earth, as Mr. Mays had put it.

We found a motel in town and hung around for a couple days, venturing out a hundred miles or so in any given direction each day after that.

And she was very much a person and deeply loved.

She was born on August 21st, 1993 in Broken Bow, Nebraska.

Her parents were George and Susie Loof.

George, he was an educator through and through, a teacher, a coach, and even later, a principal.

Another crucial service the department offers, helping producers carry out sustainable farming practices through its Natural Resources Conservation Service, has lost more than two thousand seven hundred workers or nearly a fourth of its staff, forcing farmers to miss contract deadlines and turn to expensive private consultants for advice.

In central Nebraska, Clay Govier, who farms corn and soybeans on three thousand five hundred acres in Broken Bow, described the cascading effect of fifty percent staffing cuts at his local conservation agency.

The technician he had worked with took a buyout at the start of the Trump administration.

Now, Mr. Govier and his family coordinate with someone who travels between two counties to survey different farms.