I used to call on the buyer at Iowa Public Service of Sioux City.
There were nearly always a sleeping boozer or hobo on the street corner outside the IPS office.
Then, I could catch a whiff of one of the packing plants from across the river...
I and bride walked over the bridge into Neuvo Laredo in about 2004 to get real mexican food, and lemme ya: never going again, anywhere in Mexico. Even to resorts.
This is a hard and fast rule for my wife and loved ones.
My sister-in-law was admin to the president of IPS.
Those packing plants you were smelling weren’t across the river. They were a few blocks up the street. And those weren’t hobos. That was the City Council.