South Bend, Indiana--"Some people are eating cat food tonight in a cold home," said my neighbor's brother-in-law. The 42nd Super Bowl was nearly over. The beer was flowing, and so was that legendary homespun wisdom of the Midwest. Prairie Populism was alive and well in Northern Indiana tonight, and I don't fuckin' mean the Klan or the Libertarians neither.
"Yes," I said, "And they should stop voting Republican." That'll learn ya.'
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