I had to drive to Minneapolis once, and went on a back road just to see the country. But there was nothing to see. It's just flat and hot, and full of corn and soybeans and hogs. Every once in a while you come across a farm or some dead little town where the liveliest thing is the flies.
Bill Bryson (1989). “The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-town America”, p.5, VNR AG
