Union City: the intersection of nowhere that is somewhere apparently.

Yesterday I had business with the school down in Union City.

Don’t know where that is? Well the 2,000 people that live there like to keep it that way. The instructions to get down to this southern Michigan town which rests just north of Coldwater included such lines as “a stones throw past Harry’s barn” and “turn at the field of cows”. Everyone is related and no one is a stranger and the actual strangers are pretty much run out of town.

I made it out alive but I have a feeling this is the kind of place that would be featured in a spooky Hawthorne or Poe novel. This is a place which on the surface looks like an inconsequential small town with nothing remarkable going on but behind the cute cafe on the corner and the friendly smile of the old store keeper who smokes his pipe on the back stoop, there is this dark secret that rears its head every now and then….maybe I have too active of an imagination. If you had been there you’d see what I mean though.

I thought about this the whole way back to civilization and forgot about it until this morning when I found out the dark secret of this small intersection of a town. While our secretary was pulling information on the largest tax payers she found out that there is a nudist colony (the largest in the Mid-West) right outside of town. Ah ha!