I cannot take credit for the origin of this catchy little blog entry title, but I can take credit (or blame) for the following contents: Omaha, somewhere in middle America (my apologies to the Counting Crows). For those fans of mine who are not familiar with it, let me paint you a picture.
OK, get ready, here it is. Think overgrown cow town festooned with “buy here pay here” car lots, constant road construction, frigid Antarctic Winters, sticky Louisiana-like Summers, beautiful Autumns that last all of 15 minutes.
There are about 20 jobs in the town that aren’t either insurance or telemarketing company executives or low-paying “Would you like to Biggie size that” jobs. If you are a 25-45 year old technology professional, just keep driving.
That’s what I did. I spent almost 15 years of my life in Omaha after being dragged there by Uncle Sam during my Air Force days. It was small, quiet, fairly safe and an easy place to raise a kid or two. If you are looking for excitement, career advancement or direct flights to anywhere I would suggest that you keep driving. A dear friend of ours pestered and cajoled my wife and me absolutely buggy until we finally gave in and decided to pull up our roots (not that many really) and move west.
Oh! I almost forgot one thing. Omaha has a great view of… wait for it… wait for it… Iowa! That’s right. No mountains, no water (excepting the sewage-laden Missouri river), no breath-taking valleys or vistas. Just Council-fricking-Bluffs, Iowa.