When the national media use the phrase The Nation’s Midsection – it’s where winter storms pass through en route to the Northeast, where they really count ‘cause they force Al Roker to drag his ass outside for standup reports – I conjure up this anthropomorphic vision of a morbidly obese U.S. map, with a big, gaudy belt buckle around Omaha, maybe Des Moines. Frankly, I prefer when they call us The Nation’s Heartland.