I’m reserving judgment about Des Moines until tomorrow. I’ll just say this: Usually when I think of Des Moines, I’m happy . . . because I’m not there.
But so far so good. I had a fun evening today with Kelly Rawlings and her son in Des Moines. The city is starting to seem a bit more urbane and less like all of the rest of Iowa writ large. But then again, I was in the newly hip part of town and not the frequently methed out part.
Let’s see what happens tomorrow.