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Northside to keep it weird for city’s 165th Fourth of July parade

I grew up in a small town in rural Iowa, which means I always felt a mixture of excitement and dread when summer rolled around. To my younger self, summer meant long hours on the farm — working with the unruly hogs, or digging up towering growths of stinging nettle, or trying in vain to beat the humid heat that drifted in daily off the surrounding corn fields like fog off the ocean at night.…