I was just reading a short story in The New Yorker (I didn't like it very much, but I kept reading for some reason)> It started out in Bosnia, and the first 2/3 of the story was in Sarajevo. Then all of a sudden the setting shifted to Madison, WI. For some reason, I got a kick out of that.

I guess I'm a dork. I mean, we are a state capital with a world-class university, but we are also a small city in the upper midwest. Kind of obscuresville. So I get unreasonably excited by outside references to us. Used to be the same way when I lived in Milwaukee.