“No one has pride in
“No one has pride in South Bend,” a certain Notre Dame graduate told me, “and it doesn’t deserve it.” Why, then, does Ann Arbor inspire such gushing slogans as “[some number of] square miles surrounded by reality”? There is a good deal wrong with this. First of all, if Saline, Michigan (which is apparently pronounced “sa-LEEN” rather than “SAY-leen” - can anyone help me out here?) is reality, then I am content to live in a dream world. But the main problem is the inflated sense of civic pride that the citizens of this town seem to have. Why can’t they wake up to the fact that this is a cow town with a crepe-thin boho veneer?
Why, in short, can’t everyone be as miserable here as I am?