[This post is available as a podcast, too. Give it a whirl. Props go to Kelly for her hilarious description of the standoffish buffalo as "the Seattle-ites of the animal kingdom" - I've poached a bit of that below.]
I met Teddy Roosevelt in the North Dakota Badlands. Actually, to be more precise, we were formally introduced about 10 days prior at Devil’s Tower where he’d been out camping with some Indians. I saw him later at Mount Rushmore, but amidst all the shiny granite and flags and tourists, not to mention the other three he was keeping company with, Teddy and I didn’t really talk, he just gave me a funny little wink and went back to joking with Mr.… continued…
Fargo is flat, really, really flat. It’s a grid city with wide avenues that are seemingly all under construction. There are neat little houses with neat little yards, but more than that, there are cookie cutter developments, row after row after row of beige homes that all look exactly the same, with drying lawns out front, with trucks in the driveways, with young moms. Fargo is dusty and the air is cool and it reminds me of frontier towns in Alaska more than anything, were frontier towns in Alaska surrounded by the suburbs of my nightmares.… continued…
