From Kansas, With Love

This morning, while on my way to a meeting in my hometown, I heard two local radio DJ’s bantering (questionable) about topics that were all over the news this weekend. Some exerpts:

“They got really lucky with Gustav. I mean, I don’t think they were recovered from…..that other one…..what was it? Oh…Katrina!”

“I thought it was going to be party city over at Obama headquarters, but they’re right, it doesn’t really matter that her [17-year-old] daughter’s pregnant. I mean, what does that have to do with her politics?”

And then a very fat man drove by me, on the highway, on a motor scooter. I love Kansas.