On Thursday my brother and I travel to northern Minnesota to visit the homestead where our father was born in 1915. We have a few hundred relatives in the region. In preparation for the trip we have been listening to Prairie Home Companion on NPR and watching the Coen Brother's Fargo on a continuous loop.
I have found myself slipping into a Scandinavian lilt. I grew up around that wholesome accent. Some wag has, however, raised my ire by a completely unfair juxtaposition of Sarah Palin and Marge Gunderson.
Monday, October 6, 2008
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