North North North In The Deep!

I suppose y'all have heard by now but I thought I'd make it official for any o' youse who hadn't gotten the news yet:

WE'RE FINALLY GETTIN' TO GO NORTH!

Thass right, yo! Uncle Sam finally got his head out o' his butt and decided that we could finally have what we've been wantin' all along.

We're being moved to Grand Forks, North Dakota (near Fargo... one of my many old stomping grounds) and we've even found a place to stay until we can find a house. Below is a picture of it during the warmest summer on record.

Seriously though, we're really looking forward to it and you're all invited to come visit next time you can spare about four days to drive out there. Har har har!

For real though, here's where GF is in the state:

While it's true that it floods out from time-to-time (the flood of '97 nearly wiped the town off the map), thanks to the northward-flowing Red River (no, not the one in the song) the people of Grand Forks, unlike New Orleans, got their crap together and, without screaming about how everyone owes them and how George Bush hates Scandinavians, rebuilt the place. I hear the floods are pretty well under control now, thanks to an elaborate series of dykes (women in comfortable shoes?) and spillways that the Corps of Engineers put in after '97.

Well, that's pretty much it for right now. We're just going out of our minds making preparations for our cross country trip (in the middle of the winter, no less... Uncle Sam may have finally given us what we wanted but he had to do something to make sure that it wasn't quite ideal, didn't he?) and starting the new life as honorary Norskies.

On my days off I'm declaring it my mission in life to track down Black Jaques Shellac and interview him about his days at Termite Terrace.