It’s impossible for me to recall the number of times I’ve passed right by Emerson, Manitoba. Thirty? Forty? Fifty? All I know is that the number is pretty high. And each time I’ve driven that stretch of road on my way to Grand Forks, Fargo, Minneapolis or Chicago, I had not once stopped to take a look at Emerson—until this past fall. While the town may not have lived up to its early promise, it is not without its charms, including a handful of handsome historic buildings. I’m glad I finally took a look!