We're twenty minutes outside Normal, Illinois on our way south to Springfield (going "down-state") to do something far outside the realm of Normal: Fred, Tippy and I are scouting talent at an all-state high school competition of drama and speech teams. Un poco ridiculo.
We've been having a great time with the name of this town. Just beyond Normal. An hour past Normal. Heading toward Normal. The opening sentence of my next short story will be "Back then, Normal was a more popular destination." (Steal it and the Evil Eye will be upon you.)
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