Sometimes the whole world suddenly makes a little more sense.
Like a few years back when I shot an assignment in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and I realized for the first time that it was named for the waterfalls. On the Big Sioux River.
Well, of course.
It’s not that I didn’t believe it before. I just hadn’t given it much thought.
Back in 1990 Karen and I were backpacking through Europe sharing a train compartment with some local fellas. One of them was slicing his apple with a Swiss Army Knife and we had a little conversation that went like this:
Me: “Nice knife.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“They issued one to everybody when I was in the army.”
“The Swiss one.”
Well, of course…
I’m back in Sioux Falls for a couple days. I stopped by the falls this morning but didn’t linger in the 14 degree air. Warmly tucked into a coffee shop I Googled a little history of the town and it goes something like this:
25,000 BC (or so) the Sioux tribe came to North America
1856 the first European settlers set up shop by the falls
1862 European settlers left, fearing Sioux violence
1865 a fort was built to encourage European resettlement
1874 a scourge of grasshoppers made life hard (I’m glad this doesn’t happen much any more)
1878 the railroad came to town
I’m sure there is more, but I am in a bit of a rush to bring my exhibit down to Sioux City next…hmm…I wonder…I’ll have to read up on that.