It snowed today in Effingham – again – making going out of doors rather trecherous.
Well, that and The Decatur Smell.
Diamond Dawgs ipod Decatur, home to ADM and its many industrial plans, always smells horrid. Like a concentrated ball of rotten McDonald’s french fries, and so strong you can almost taste it. It’s a horrible hanging scent that makes you gag, especially while traveling US 36 through the central and eastern parts of the city.
Usually the smell is confined to the Decatur city limits, but the Cloud occasionally rides the wind to other communities. One evening back in December I first caught a whiff of The Decatur Smell in the parking lot of Effingham’s Martin’s IGA, over sixty miles by air from ADM’s headquarters. I’d been to Decatur that day and fought the scent head-on, so I figured it to be a residual phantom smell until Emily also noticed the hanging ill and we promptly decided I had inadvertently shown The Smell a new community to haunt.
Holy Man trailer After that The Smell remained absent from our quaint town for all of 2008…until I went out for lunch today and got a potent dosage right in the face. Nice to know – at least this time – I’m not responsible for the foul odor.
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(To be honest, that last line sums up my life quite well.)
I have an account with them at work. So far I have not detected any smell eminating from their correspondence or checks. Just lucky I guess.
I smelled Decatur this week too!!!!!! I should have said something to somebody about it so that I would have a chance at remembering where or when this happened. But considering I was in Champaign-Urbana so much, I am thinking it might have been there. Crazy-weird. By the way, I am glad to see the Effingham/snow photo. I have been wanting pictures of both of these features and this combines them… though I was hoping for something more charming looking, I guess this better sums up reality.