Over at the DG, I write about my recent trip to Auburn, N.Y., and how I generally like most places - even places generally regarded as boring.
Here's an excerpt:
"Last weekend I went to visit friends in Auburn, a trip I’ve been looking forward to for quite some time.
Auburn is about 40 minutes outside of Syracuse, which is where my friends used to live. I always have a good time when I visit them, which has given me fond memories of both Auburn and Syracuse. I mean, who can forget their first trip to Dinosaur Bar-B-Que?
But when I mentioned my Auburn trip to a friend, he looked at me with pity.
'I’m sorry,' he said.
'Don’t be sorry,' I said. 'I like Auburn.'
My friend is from Syracuse, so it’s not like he’s sneering down his nose at a region of the state he’s never set foot in, which is the sort of thing that drives me crazy. He’s sneering down his nose at his hometown, and he has every right to do that. But his hometown really isn’t that bad, in my opinion.
Of course, I might be a bit unusual in that I tend to like most of the places I go."
Click here to read the whole thing.