Midwest Micropolitans
Or, “If Michigan were a hand, we’d be right…”
The Midwest is a non-place. I’m sure it has a culture, I just can’t figure out where to find it…unless lack of topography and a slightly noticeable predilection for Ford automobiles counts. Having just returned from a short trip to Michigan, I’m a little bit disappointed at my very lack of commentary. I didn’t make it to my only pocket of hope, Detroit. But every other surrounding micropolitan was just…there.
In honor of my Grandma, ancestors and good people of Michigan, I was able to brainstorm a few redeeming qualities:
- The existence of "Townships"
- Diet Vernors Gingerale
- Lightning Bugs (in laymens terms, fireflies)
- Big Boy
- Ypsilanti's Water Tower, referred to as “The Brick Dick”
- The state just flat-out looking like a mitten
In other news - I can't tell the difference between a mall and an airport anymore. And flying sucks.
