Visiting Iowa is like opening a time capsule from the not-too-distant past. To anyone born before 2000, the place feels vaguely familiar, like a childhood memory of grandpa’s farm, or making a call from a pay phone.
There are rolling hills dotted by farmhouses, endless acres planted with corn, and dozens of small towns lined with tidy streets and well-kept homes. And there are cows—lots and lots of cows.
