“Of course, I have my guilty pleasures… antiquing…”
~ Ronald in “Cedar Rapids”
I’m living the real life version of “Cedar Rapids,” the funny movie from 2011 about a naive insurance salesman at an insurance convention in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
I’m in Dubuque, Iowa, the town with a name to rival Mississippi when you spell it over the phone: D-U, B-U, Q-U and then an E. It’s a lovely little town with architecture to take you back to a bygone era when people pumped your gas and told time with the clock tower in the square.
And I’m with my husband, who’s attending a convention (of sorts) of insurance agents. Talk over shrimp and steak at dinner centered on insurance markets and tax write-offs.
Life is strange sometimes, how it twists and turns to bring one to places one never would have dreamed of in one’s teenage diary.
But surprises bigger than one’s 15-year-old imagination can be pretty nice.