Man, we need a new post. This is sad.
Just getting back from the UK, I’m reflecting a bit on the Brit view of the U.S. of A. What I found really interesting: the responses I got when people found out I was from Michigan.
I got the typical—
Guy at Oxfam (the “UK Goodwill”): “Heard you get blizzards.”
Conference attendee (w/ some knowledge of W. Michigan): “So you live with the Dutch Mafia?”
I’m still puzzled over the following—
Server at the carvery: “Oh, I lived in Minnesota for eight years . . . Only place in America I liked.”
Because we all know Michigan is so incredibly not like Minnesota. You can read about carveries here.
And here’s my favorite—
Church Rector at St. Edward’s: “Oh, do you know Sufjan Stevens?”
2 Comments:
I'm pretty sure I married into the Dutch mafia.
It's actually cooler than it sounds.
8:26 PM
kingly meals at those carveries. i smack and drool in the memory of one topped off with summer pudding at a county pub called The Slap Up in Cambridgeshire.
Minnesota venison beats Michigan venison any day, see? The carver does pine for the Prairie fauna.
5:05 AM
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