Iowa, on occasion, can fill you with awe. Clouds can be this pretty and then two hours later drop tornadoes like Mike D drops rhymes. Awesome...In Iowa I drive like an asshole. In Iowa there is ample parking. In Iowa it only costs $28 to go to the vet. In Iowa you watch little league baseball games and tell kids to keep with it, turn hard and use two hands. In Iowa there is such a thing as fried cauliflower. In Iowa you finally have cell phone reception but still go outside to talk. In Iowa everybody wonders what you're doing there. In Iowa you tell them without actually answering there question. In Iowa your dog takes naps under trees while still, technically, on walks. In Iowa it is possible to buy 12-packs of Miller Lite tall boys without knowing it. In Iowa, after a few weeks, people will ask you to tell them again what you're doing in Iowa. In Iowa you always tell people to come and visit because there is no way to understand Iowa unless you're there, which is to say, come visit me in Iowa. In Iowa I will always have a place for you to stay.
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3 comments:
Oh this made me sad! I do get Iowa-sick every once in a while ;)
However, once you're here, you become sick for the dreams you had about Iowa, because, after all, Iowa is never as good as it is when not in Iowa.
Ah, touche! (looks weird without the accent mark!)
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