
When I tell people I'm originally from Omaha, they often confuse it with Oklahoma or Iowa. "Omaha," a Manhattan photographer I met the other day said. "That's near Nebraska, isn't it?" Omaha is one of those ultimate flyover places, an urban Podunk so vaguely situated in coastal Americans' mental maps that the mere mention of it can actually halt conversation.
Sometimes I rattle off the names of movie stars from Omaha: Fred Astaire, Henry Fonda, Marlon Brando, Nick Nolte. . . . Of course, this pantheon also implies that it is a place that requires its most exciting citizens to move on. Since Warren Buffett has become a household name, though, the city acquired a somewhat perverse new brand identity as an extraordinarily ordinary city where the most brilliant American investor and second-richest man in the country chooses to live, of all places
Having lived in Omaha for half a decade, I got a lot of grief from people who said [and still day] there's nothing to do there. This article is a nice change of pace and really showcases Omaha as a hip place to live and work. So many good things about that city.
It's so weird to see the LitFest get a mention in the Times, of all places! How surreal ! (I'm a writer living in Omaha.) :)
The only thing that really bothered me about the article was that it seemed to imply Omaha consisted of the Old Market, Dundee, NoDo, and little else. I think it would have been more interesting if they had mentioned this little pocket of artsty-funky-coolness (which I am sitting in right now) exists in the heart of a city largely consisting of bland strip malls and even blander suburban developments. Just my two cents.
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