I grew up in Minnesota and have fond memories of my dad bringing in the car battery overnight so the car would start in the morning, of boys spitting during recess so we could watch their spit explode into ice before it hit the ground, of no blizzard ever being too severe to stop flights and in and out of MSP airport, of ten-foot high sn…
I grew up in Minnesota and have fond memories of my dad bringing in the car battery overnight so the car would start in the morning, of boys spitting during recess so we could watch their spit explode into ice before it hit the ground, of no blizzard ever being too severe to stop flights and in and out of MSP airport, of ten-foot high snowdrifts you could burrow into, of ice rinks in people’s back yards and side streets you could skate on, and of cross-country skiing to the grocery store because the roads were impassable. Whenever someone says that they could never handle the Minnesota winter, I always think, “Wimp!” and also, “Dude, you are missing out!”
I grew up in Minnesota and have fond memories of my dad bringing in the car battery overnight so the car would start in the morning, of boys spitting during recess so we could watch their spit explode into ice before it hit the ground, of no blizzard ever being too severe to stop flights and in and out of MSP airport, of ten-foot high snowdrifts you could burrow into, of ice rinks in people’s back yards and side streets you could skate on, and of cross-country skiing to the grocery store because the roads were impassable. Whenever someone says that they could never handle the Minnesota winter, I always think, “Wimp!” and also, “Dude, you are missing out!”