There’s an old farmhouse on Road 4, Davenport, Nebraska. Like so many other old homesteads in Nebraska, it is worn out and inhabits a quiet air of the forgotten, days gone by. Not quite dilapidated and falling down, you can see it’s getting close. You probably wouldn’t give the place a second glance as you drive by on the gravel road. And yet, it’s the single most important house in my memory.