If all were to go swimmingly…

You know, I never really liked Garrison Keillor. Overall, he looked pretty weird, wore red socks, and always told stories about some midwestern town called Lake Wobegon- and to tell you the truth, I wasn’t even sure where that was located.

Then, a few years ago, Matt’s aunt had tickets to see Prairie Home Companion at the Fitzgerald Theater in St. Paul, and Matt and I were kindly invited along. Within a few moments, I had undergone a transformation. Not only was I laughing more than I had in a long time (in my office based life…), but I realized that after all this time, I was really Minnesotan.

And I mean really Minnesotan.

I got all the jokes (which not everyone does, by the way), I could insert a family member, relative, or friend into any skit and expect the same result, and I started to think it was kind of funny that Garrison Keillor always wears red socks for a radio program.

So here I am. Living in the Netherlands, and writing about Minnesota. The merry midwest. And wondering how I ever thought I could identify better with any other place.