I thought that, because I've come SO close to your borders and visited, repeatedly, every state surrounding you, that the only reason for me never to have entered your Tall Corn borders was that, logically, you didnt exist. The Hawkeyes, those Supernatural episodes set in you, Des Moines' pronounciation(...well that one was a notch for Iowa's nonexistence, you can get away with one silent S, but TWO...come on now.) are all part of a massive cosmic coverup undergone by the government to keep Puerto Rico from being the 51st state. 50 is nice and round and Puerto Rico isnt even predominantly white. So I thought that the US wanted to say they already had 50 states.
Well anyway, Im sorry and I was wrong. I was recently taken, against my stubborn strong-held ignorant beliefs, from Kansas City to Chicago using the Iowa route.
You, Iowa, are actually quite pretty. Your Sun resembles that of my own land's. And your borders did not include a neverending fall into oblivion. My bad.
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