Minnesotans feign nonchalance when the
temperatures plummet 20 degrees below zero. It's
our element. "What? Oh, I guess there's a bit of a
chill in the air. If you insist." We thrive where lesser
Oklahomans and Alabamans would falter. And we
proudly stand (sometimes slipping and falling)
before the rest of the nation when Al Roker rolls the
blizzard videotape from the Upper Midwest. Gasps
are heard from San Diego to Charleston.
Then comes summer. Our beards itch. Our hair
sticks to the back of our necks. We lie semi-
coherent in bed at 3:00 a.m. coverless, wishing we
could bask in the coolness of the tile floor behind
the toilet like the cat.
Nick Vlcek
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This is the year we're going to own summer!
Sweaty ass-cracks be damned! Spray a gallon of
anti-perspirant under those arms (don't tell Al
Gore) and get outside! We've got your concert
calendar and information on bike trails</
a>, water parks, and beaches
as well. Sound good? Let's kick it up a notch... how
about a scuba class? Maybe a little hot air
ballooning? Lest we forget, your guide to area
nudist clubs? Yeah, I thought so.
You're going to do just fine. Enjoy.
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