The name of the town is actually Yankton, South Dakota. My friend DeAnna, who now lives in Minneapolis, grew up there. When she was back for a visit a few months ago, she found herself at the store, pushing a grocery cart behind a particularly cranky woman.
"Yankton?" DeAnna said loudly. "They should call it Crankton!"
And we have been calling it Crankton ever since.
Disclaimer: Actions of above-mentioned cranky woman do not reflect the attitudes of the other good citizens of Yankton. In fact, Yankton is the hometown of former NBC News anchor Tom Brokaw, and I can't imagine him ever becoming cranky while grocery shopping. Can't you see him strolling down the aisle, wearing a casual turtleneck, pausing to look at a box of Count Chocula and then chuckling knowingly, like he always did after a light-hearted news piece, such as a feature on a water-skiing squirrel?
Anyway. This is why I haven't posted in a while. We were spending some time in Crankton.
Jay's grandma (that would be WCB's great-grandma) turned 90, so there was a nice party at her house; lots of friends and family arrived to wish her well. We also went to the annual Riverboat Days Parade downtown. All of those noisy Shriner cars and honking fire trucks were a little bit scary for poor WCB, but at least we kept her away from the guy in the giant chicken costume. That would have added hundreds of dollars to her future therapy bill.
Now we're all home, and WCB was so exhausted from all of the excitement that she slept in until 8 a.m. today. Yay, Crankton!