I’m going to keep the poetry streak alive with this link to a wonderful poem by Minnesota poet Dobby Gibson, fittingly titled “Minneapolis Poem.” I grew up a ways south of Minneapolis, but have family who live in the city, and find myself back in Minnesota at least several times a year. I love this poem for its lament-cum-celebration of living in “flyover country,” huddled against the notion that “intellectual life” happens only on the coasts. I know better — Minneapolis is a magnificent city with one of the greatest art scenes in the country. In fact, it’s become something of a tradition for me to visit the Walker Art Center’s annual British Ad Awards celebration whenever I’m home around the holidays.

But enough of that — go and enjoy the poem!