Insidious Midwesternization

I would have laughed, scoffed even, if a year or so ago someone had told me, "you will spend the evening of Saturday, July 15, 2006, sitting in a hot tub in nw Iowa, eating Dove ice cream miniatures* and watching fireflies. When the wind shifts to bring you a whiff of pig manure, you will sniff, decide it’s not so stinky, and reach for another beer."

*which are FABULOUS

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