The place is generally just between here and there.  But whenever you between here and there, you're somewhere.  And that somewhere may just be Fayette, Iowa, eh?

It's small, it's early in the morning, but it had a certain charm.	What's a town without a brick firehouse?  She's a brick, firehouse, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh.	Not a bad church, as churches go.  Sturdy, brick, like the firehouse, in an odd way, uh-huh.
You thought you'd get away without seeing a water tower?  No such luck!