This is why I appreciate the Old, Weird America- I still live in Kansas, but in a weird college town; my neighborhood was mostly built in the 1880s, though about half the houses have been replaced over the years, and local business advertisements seem more prevalent than national ones, though that may be subconscious screening on my brain’s part. There’s a new part of town, however, that looks exactly like the suburbs I grew up in and others I’ve visited in California, Alabama, Texas, Illinois, and so on.

The point being, there’s a little bit of weirdness in the blandest of places, and a little bit of blandness in the weirdest of places. Don’t despair if you live somewhere too bland (or too weird, if there is such a thing): you’ll find your Folk Anthology somewhere.

Conformity. Now that’s condemnation to eternal mediocrity.

Give me weird anyday!