I spent my childhood across the Red River of the North from Fargo, a city I had thought would always be on the bottom of the ten US cities others would never want to visit. I’m not sure how much the Cohn brothers’ movie Fargo had to do with the exceptional changes the city has undergone recently. But I know one thing has not changed in the Fargo-Moorhead area: People in those two towns regularly exhibit examples of what we call Minnesota Nice.
For examples of Minnesota Nice, see this post on an earlier blog platform.
This post is one in a series of short posts including the number 10 in the first sentence, a requirement of the San Diego Writers and Editors Guild anthology submission in 2021.