Once upon a time, I lived in Fargo, ND, that cold, windy, desolate place with an Academy Award winning movie named after it. Tom’s first job out of college took us to this unthinkably isolated part of the country. I remember the day he received the phone call informing us where we would be moving. We were hoping for St. Louis, or Savannah, GA. But I remember him nodding while on the phone and when he said, “And what exactlyis in Fargo?” I about poo-pooed my panties. Fargo? Fargo, North Dakota? Holy Crap!
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