I spent the fourth of July weekend in Nondescript, Kansas among family. I'm sure you have a town like Nondescript in your life. Maybe your grandparents live there. Perhaps you'll recognize it.
In Nondescript, if you drive too far east you end up, not on the wrong side of the tracks, but the wrong side of the grain elevator.
The aforementioned grain elevator is the tallest building in town.
Nondescript has grown enough for Wal-mart. This Wal-mart has been affectionately termed Wally World by your relatives and serves as a source of amusement while visiting Nondescript.
Other sources of amusement: Grandma's front lawn. Even though Nondescript is hot as Hades in the summertime, you have yet to know someone with an actual pool. Instead you purchase a cheap children's pool, and while the kids splash you "hang out around the pool."
Since it is so flat in Nondescript and the city planners neglected to put in a very good drainage system fifty years ago, after a good rainfall the streets turn into shallow rivers and the children have something better than a pool to splash around in for awhile.
Nothing changes much in Nondescript. Change makes Grandma nervous. Too many things in her refrigerator make her nervous, and although she has been sitting most of the time you have been visiting, she finds the energy before you walk out the door into your loaded car to start emptying her refrigerator onto the kitchen table. She asks if you want to take any of it home.
The most oft watched channel in Nondescript? The weather. (Which brings me to another favorite pasttime particular to Nondescript, Kansas-Tornado chasing. I'm serious. My uncles' and my dad's favorite pasttime. Take the camera and the radio and hop in the car. Actually my dad asked me this year if he could use my Honda. I said, "Why my Honda? You have a perfectly good Honda and it's newer than mine." To which he responded, "But your Honda is already trashed. Can I use it?")
It is pretty relaxing in Nondescript. It's where you go to sleep in and make sense of your life that you left back at home. There are no such things as High Fructose Corn Syrup or Partially Hydrogenated Oils in Nondescript. Grandpa does the dishes. You take walks. You go fishing. You walk through the graveyard down the street, and it's not creepy. When you are old enough to bring your family, you revel in passing the beauty of Nondescript onto you children.