We have passed the city of Mitchell, South Dakota many times while heading to other destinations. Signs for the palace along highway 90 have enticed us to stop. Well, actually not. But having seen the signs for enough times over the  y’ears’, I guess we were just worn down.

Driving through downtown, we followed signs, directing us deep’ear’ into the city. When we arrived, I have to be honest, it didn’t feel like a palace. It had a rather large storefront, with onion shaped spires on the roof, reminiscent  of a Russian orthodox church. The large mural designs on the side of the building were made out of  corn, the cobs sawn in two. It is said that when winter comes, the corn in the murals feed the birds and the squirrels throughout the long cold season.

The 125 year old building, hosts different venues during the year. They have announced  they have started ‘corn’struction this y’ear’ with plans created by an ‘ear’chitect to upgrade the palace. Entering the palace,  there was a reverential focus on corn, the founder of the feast.

Having a daughter who attends Concordia Moorhead, we have had our fill of Corn-laced slogans. The mascot for the college is the fighting Cobber. Their battle cry is “FEAR THE EAR!” (Not that I have felt f’ear’ in the presence of cobs, either with or without kernels.)  Students assert that they are part of the ‘Cobb’ernation.  School events like parents weekend and Homecoming, have been promoted as “Join the Cornspiracy,” and “Born to be Corn”.

Being inside the palace, it felt like we were walking the halls of Concordia Moorhead. The style of the inside of the building, as well as the seating looked very similar. In the center of the arena on wood floors, a make shift gift shop had been set up. There was the opportunity to purchase  a multitude of corn related novelties.  There were exhibits extolling the properties of produce that had sustained them for years.

We left the palace with the knowledge that we could cross that off our list with no need  to return. In the end we took a selfie with ‘Corn’elius. All in all the experience was just, well… ‘corn’y! 

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