Going to Fargo by Meyer Lane

Going to Fargo in the middle of winter.

Why?

“Hey Johnny, why don’t you go over there and tug on that bulls’ penis and see what he does?”

I think will pass…about the same thing, right?

Artic outpost, home of the Snow Miser, brain deadening cold.

Ice fishin’ is good they tell me. Cold…and…wet. Not my idea of a good time.

Going to Fargo in the middle of winter.

Let me tell you something.

“If I told you that you had to be careful going outside today because the chance of frostbite is high…would you step foot outside?”

I think I will pass.

Winter wonderland, home in the north, best kept in my mind.

Going to Fargo in the middle of winter?

I don’t think so.

by Meyer Lane

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