Eastern Iowa is probably one of the last places you would expect to find a Lord. A real Lord. One that gets to wear the ermine cape and sit in the House of Lords.
But that's just what happened in our neck of the woods. For a few months every year we had a British Lord living amongst us Hawkeyes.
Sadly I just learned that he is no longer with us. He was a kind and funny man. He made a trip to London very special for us by getting us passes to sit in the House of Lords (we were THIS close to Dame Thatcher!)
You will be missed Richard, Lord Acton :)