Unsatisfied with his career as a latex salesman, Anatoly Büsseldorf abandoned his comfortable, yet spartan, life and embarked on a quest to capture the stories of those living in America’s small towns and overlooked villages and hamlets.
This, he believed, was where the true soul of the nation resided, and he hoped to record and share small tales and anecdotes that he would glean from those he met as he traveled throughout the country.
Tragically, Büsseldorf died during a corn on the cob eating contest during the Funks Grove Maple Syrup Festival.
As Funks Grove was his first, and therefore only stop, only two of his “Tales of the Midwest” had been recorded at the time of his death.
After reading his first two short entries, Christmas Mornin’ and the Silo Factory one can certainly be assured that Büsseldorf was most definitely embarking on a labor of love, and had no dreams of commercial success or critical accolades, as these tales were completely pointless and made absolutely no sense.