I don’t know why everyone is so insistent on complaining about the potholes that are littered up and down Walnut and Main Street and every other road within five square miles of Maryville, potholes that are probably more comparable to, I don’t know, craters?

Ah, the Midwest. It’s not only a place, but something that runs deep in the blood of those born here. We bleed ranch dressing, we say ‘ope’ when we scooch past somebody in the grocery store, and most importantly, we will never, ever, EVER have a snow day.

When things don’t work out, it’s easy enough to point fingers and blame someone else. Maybe your boss does schedule you too much, or the weekend was just too busy. Nine times out of 10, your problem was caused by something you did or didn’t do. So just own up to it.