I lived in a nice little township (on a farm) called Hugo, Mn. But I moved because;
The wages suck in MN.
My balls turned blue in the winter months.
Mosquitos, biting flies, june bugs and May flies suck.
We measured distance in minutes when growing up.
Down south to you means Iowa.
Snow tires came standard on your car.
I hated Fargo but then realized that a lot of my family had that accent.
The local Dairy Queen is closed from December through February.
I was instinctively walking like a penguin for three months out of the year.
I'd get mad when I saw Green Bay Packer sticker on a Minnesota car.
I got tired of SODA being called POP, not SODA.
A summer vacation meant "going up north."
Every January, from age 2 to 13, my sisters woudl talk me into putting my tongue on a steel post.
The first time I saw "Grumpy Old Men," I thought it was a documentary.
To this day, every time I see moonlight on a lake, I think of a dancing bear, and sing, gently, "From the land of sky-blue waters.....Hamm's the beer that's so refreshing..."
I got tire of trick-or-treating in 3 feet of snow.
