So, I come from an area I like to call surreal America.
Because it’s like real America (we enjoy Olive Garden, have an annual rodeo, drive trucks, and do our best to not elect democrats), but weirder. Things like this make the front page of the news
Radioactive tumbleweeds. Causing an oil spill. You can’t make this stuff up.
It’s also a place where Sarah Palin spends Thanksgiving
And, sometimes, gives illogical shoutouts to local businesses
We visited this weekend for Daddy’s Day, and after busting out a long run Saturday morning, we, like Sarah, had a spudnut moment
I’ve eaten many a spudnut in my day. But mostly I let other people pick them up for me, so I hadn’t hit up the actual shop in a long time.
The mix of over the top Americana with 50 year old booths and no sense of irony?
I love my hometown.
and I thought of how proud Sarah would be of us.