There’s nothing in
Iowa. Nothing at all. Iowa is that space between states that
someone decided needed a name so we all had something to call it. Hell, “Iowa” means “sleeping” in the Native American
language of the region. If I could sleep
my way through Iowa, I would. In fact,
on road trips, I plan it out so that I’m entering Iowa in the dead of night,
and clearing out by the time the sun comes up.
No point in wasting daylight in there.
So don’t bother spending
time in Iowa…. unless you go to one of two places.
