Last night found me, traveling for business, in a little Midwestern (USA) town — flyover country, to the coasties. It was my first visit, but I had heard of it from time to time over the years from a friend who grew up here: a sleepy, four-stoplight town that woke up only a few days a year for its annual flower festival.
What I found instead, venturing out for dinner, was a vibrant, active, youthful place teeming with energy. Every restaurant was packed, music spilled from every door, the sidewalks were busy and full of “Where to next?” excitement.
On a Wednesday night. The desk clerk at the hotel said things really pick up on the weekends.
It reminded me of a long-ago warning that was given to a girl I was seeing, by one of her friends. “Careful,” she advised, “It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for.”
From the road,
— Frenulum
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