Dear Friends: Lest you ever question that the midwest is the place where all the cool shit happens, I give you proof: Sever’s Corn Maze. Heather and I attended this farming wonder yesterday, and it was everything I expected and more. Where else can you pay to get lost in an eight-foot-tall cornfield, eat cheese curds while sitting on haybales ...

Dear Friends: Wednesday afternoon, I was lifting weights in my living room, while blasting dance music and staring out the front window at the activities of my neighbors, which is mostly confined to gossiping and getting the mail, as far as I am able to discern. In the middle of my routine, probably around #25 of the 30 reps of ...

Dear Bob (the Palindrome): Not that I didn’t already know, but I’ve been staring out my window at this for two weeks now: There is no God, and you are proof. Jenni

Notes from the Mall, Volume 2. 1. Today was another one of those days when I decided that walking at the Mall was a good idea. I get that in my head every three months or so, and today’s decision was spurred on by the fact that it was 40 degrees this morning, so I couldn’t go to the lake*. ...