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Painfully trendy

How cool. How hip! The August issue of Outside Magazine just named the town I live in as the top town in the Midwest. The magazine's editor Christopher Keyes even encouraged people to move here. He says, "Some of the happiest people in the world live in Iowa City."

In other news:
Iowa City Police charged a 68-year-old homeless man with assault causing serious injury on Tuesday after an altercation that sent another man to the hospital with a stab wound and closed down the Iowa City Pedestrian Mall for four hours. Police said William Beverly Brown, 68, was in an altercation with the victim, whose name was not released, sometime around 7 a.m. Brown produced an instrument, possibly a knife, and stabbed the victim in the stomach.

Ok. So not everyone's happy.

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
"Brown produced an instrument, possibly a knife..."

That's funny. So it could have been a knife, or a saxamaphone, we're just not sure.

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