As way of introduction for today's letter, it is important for the reader to understand that I grew up in rural North Dakota (yes, that is a redundancy, but I mean really rural. Uber-rural, if you please.
Since leaving, I've sort of lost touch with most of my friends, classmates, etc. Last week, I got an email from a woman who I had known from a church youth group and later went to college with. She shall remain nameless, unless the right sum is paypaled to me, in which case I will sing like a bird.
Anyway, we hadn't talked in years, so it was fun to catch up on life through a series of emails. She asked if I missed North Dakota and said she wouldn't want to live anywhere else. In explaining why, she wrote the following:
It was a good day hunting. Actually shot a coyote this
morning off my deck, standing in snow with no shoes on. Yep
barefoot shot in an inch and a half of snow. He was was
running away about 150-200 yards out. It was awesome. My
husband was in the shower and he's like "What are you
And there, friends, is why we can sleep safely at night....because we know whatever apocolypse is coming, Canada will never invade the US. Standing there, at the border, they will be met by well armed North Dakotans, barefoot in an inch and a half of snow, who are out hunting coyotes.