Despite my decades-long familiarity with Mo-Pac, I didn’t know the name meant anything. Maybe some guy name Mo (short for Maurice) and some guy nicknamed “Pac” by his baby brother who couldn’t say “Patrick”, couldn’t agree on the name. Finally, they decided to either name it “Pac-Mo” or “Mo-Pac” and somehow Mo-Pac won.
But no. That’s not what happened. The Missouri Pacific railroad runs alongside it. And it was doing just that when Evelyn and I were driving to Marshalls because she lost a ton of weight and needed a wardrobe update. After she told me the surprising story, I just had to pull over and took this action photo. Shopping can wait. The train would be blurry if not for my warp-speed shutter.