longpastbedtime

Going back to Muscatine, my hometown, for the weekend. It's a magical land, where the air smells of vinegar, ketchup and drying cattle feed. The city planners have this annoying tendency to attach Musca- or Muskie to things around the city, like the MuscaBus or Muskie Motors. So we've taken to calling the curious aroma surrounding the city the Muscastench. Seriously, I'd almost rather live by a hog lot.