I'm sorry, but I take serious issue with people who are not from Kalamazoo, Michigan - writing about Kalamazoo. I concur, it's a fun word and easy to rhyme with things, but that shouldn't give any Tom, Dick or Jackass the right to well, write about it.
I just purchased a wonderful book for my niece (don't worry, she can't read yet - so the surprise won't be spoiled on my blog) and it's about attending a party in Kalamazoo. There's lots of weirdly colored animals (the true sign of any children's book is things like pink elephants and purple giraffes)... anyway...
The book is cute and since I purchased it in a locally-owned bookstore in my lovely hamlet of Kalamazoo - I assumed it was written by some local fellas.
Uh, negative.
Two freaking Jersey boys went and wrote a book about Kalamazoo. Like they've ever been to a party in Kalamazoo. Like they've ever visited Kalamazoo. Like they've ever had a layover in Kalamazoo.
My point is this - before you get to lay claim to the linguistic wonder that is "Kalamazoo" - you better have put your time in like a good Midwesterner. You better have experienced four honest to goodness seasons. You better have suffered through potholes that put you nearly a grand in debt (a nod to my new friend, O). You better have lived through lake effect snowfalls of 14"...on the second day of Spring.
Yes, there really is a Kalamazoo and until you have had the opportunity to both love and hate it - why don't you set your books in Trenton, boys.
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1,000 apologies for my vowel infraction! :-)
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