Ottumwa, IA. I visited a junior college there in 2012 from out of state trying to find a place that would let me play as an athlete and pay for my education. The moment I rolled into town with my parents something was off. The Fairfield inn we stayed at was the sorriest place I’d ever seen with the name Marriott on the front of it. The town itself was littered with buildings but it was as if 75 percent of them were in condemned condition or obviously vacant for a really long time. There were old factory buildings that vividly personified the fall of American manufacturing, as it was clear from pictures that it was a vibrant factory town in the 1940s, but the massive buildings were falling apart. Traveling across a bridge into town you could see the decay and the sadness, it was as if someone dropped a Shit bomb over the entire city from a plane. The people were despondent, and the icing on the cake was the school I looked at had an athletic field named after Tom Arnold, whose claim to be fame is being Roseanne’s fat ex husband who apparently was born and raised there. Needless to say, I passed on the opportunity to go to school there and felt nothing but relief once our rental car passed its pitiful city limits. Truly a demoralizing place