Dear, This is the postcard I would have sent, only the destination's gone awry.
A 63-year-old woman who was lost for five days on the Wapsipinicon River near Anamosa, Iowa was found today, alive. “They had cadaver dogs out looking for her. We assumed the worst,” said one of her daughters, according to today's Des Moines Register. Apparently the woman survived by floating on a raft.
Also in the news: 5th grade children in Lisbon, Iowa were taught how to cough into their their elbows on the first day of school.
And: a DART (Des Moines Area Regional Transit) bus driver was suspended after she refused to drive a bus bearing an atheist ad: “Don't believe in God? You are not alone”. The woman claimed it went against her Christian faith.
I would've gone to the Iowa State Fair today if the weather had behaved. There, I could've seen this year's buttered cow sculpture, marveled at the size of sheep's balls, pitched some horseshoes, eaten a deep-fried Twinkie, and felt downright skeletal among a throng of obese people.
Instead, my days in Des Moines have been spent running errands, celebrating my parents' wedding anniversary, boxing my recently-deceased grandmother's things, and following the news, like the story about the woman who survived.
-Sarah
4 comments:
Sorry about your grandmother, Sarah.
Your post brought me back to my childhood and the Minnesota State Fair: Big white people wearing feed caps, big food on a stick and, yes, big sheep balls.
Ira! Oh, I miss you! How are you? Yes, there's something timeless about the Midwest. Although a fight with a bartender a few nights ago made me feel like an anarchist. There's something to the Midwest's earnestness, but their love of RULES 'bout did me in this time around.
every time I see sheep's balls I imagine a little you, at the Iowa state fair, delighted, watching the trails the dragging testicles made on the saw dust. I've never seen sheep's balls that big.
Aurora, there is no better reason than "I've never seen sheep's balls that big" to come to the Iowa State Fair with me next year. 2010: you and me in the livestock barn. Bring yer camera!
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