For this weekend workshop we were joined by the writer Veronica Kavass and Kendra Alteework. In the history room at the Faribault Public Library, we came across the self-published memoir My Hometown. The memoirist described a bustling town where “a prominent citizen’s nymphomaniac daughter was locked in an attic bedroom with a view of Main Street.” We wandered Main Street in search of a house with a good view. We knocked on doors but no one answered.
Because all the businesses were closed on Sunday, we searched for Hell’s Tunnel. Perhaps it was originally called Hill’s Tunnel but changed over time based on tragic events. Teenagers on the other end of the tunnel told us that it was haunted. In the old days, young patients would escape from the insane asylum on the hill through tunnels that intersected with Hell’s Tunnel. One girl told us they all hung themselves from trees. When we asked her why, she said it was because they didn’t know where to go.
