What a week to leave town, spend my days in a Viking camp, and (presumably) get my news mostly second-hand!
Next year, when I go to Høstfest in Minot, I expect I’ll share the roads with thousands of refugee Minnesotans, all their earthly possessions jammed into and strapped onto the tops of their Priuses. They’ll abandon this state once the high taxes and the economic downturn drive what’s left of the jobs out, and head west to North Dakota, where a favorable industrial environment will spark a sudden boom. Thugs will be stationed at the border to keep the “Minnies” out.
I’ll have a legitimate entry authorization from the Høstfest Committee, of course. Maybe I’ll never come back, though.
I commented, on Phil’s post below about historical naming practices in Europe, on a passage I recalled from an old book I own. I’ve found the passage now. It’s from Our Roving Bible by Lawrence E. Nelson, published by Abingdon-Cokesbury in 1945, long out of print. It’s a book on the influence of the Bible on English-speaking culture. My mother gave me her copy sometime in the mid-60s. I have no idea how she came to acquire it in the first place. Looking at it now, I’m amazed that I read it in high school, since I’m pretty sure I didn’t understand ¾ of it. Continue reading Why not Minot?