My good friend Tim is a lanky Scandinavian with a wry grin and a dry sense of humor. One day we were casually talking and he began discoursing about how great it was to grow up in rural America. I agreed and said I believed the best childhood experience anyone could have was to grow up on a farm or in a hamlet.
What a relief from winter was February 4, 1984! Basking in the mild temperatures of the early afternoon it did not seem possible that weather could change so rapidly...
In the spring of 1950, the Red River Valley of the North vented its fury on the people who lived on its banks. It was the worst flood in history, since 1887.
I suppose nobody from my time who travelled with his thumb could forget the experience. I was only 15 when I first hitch-hiked my way on a 500-mile jaunt diagonally across North Dakota.
What is the only fever a doctor can’t cure? The same fever everyone gets after a long, bitter winter. Spring fever is a very common thing in North Dakota.
Everyone has those days that make you feel like utter trash. The kind of day where you want to stay in bed and never get up.
What is the most bizarre stereotype about North Dakota that you have ever heard? Was it the one where we still drive a horse and buggy? Or the one about how it is just a frozen wasteland?
3:20 couldn't come fast enough! Being only six years old, it was very difficult waiting for something I wanted. Even though it wasn't easy, I stood patiently watching as the seconds on the clock slowly clicked by.