We had a long old day of driving, it mostly poured. Kev’s Dad Len may have loved “New York in the Rain” but “Minnesota in the Rain” would even have worn on his endless optimism. Long. Flat. Wet.
We did stop in a couple of one horse towns along the way, where the horse would appear to have died. Firehouse Coffee did have excellent apple cinnamon scones. But the combination of barber shop, Friday morning gaming room for the elderly, Amish arm wrestling, syrup purveyor and coffee shop was a little too Lynchian for us. And it did not have damn fine coffee.
Kevin found a big fucking Viking and I got wet.
But OMG OMG OMG………OMG
All those thousands of miles, New York to North Dakota, Austin to Fargo through a Monsoon, led us to a decades long dream fulfilled. Here was Carl’s Bloody Foot!
“This was worth the flight from London,” Kevin blubbered through tears of joy and gratitude.
Let me just make a small point at this juncture. I know I constantly complain about bad Irish accents in movies. But the people from Fargo do sound like the people from Fargo. Suck it up Fargo.
Marge, the very helpful service provider at the visitor center, told us you can still find small Carl Showalter bone fragments embedded in the Chipper if you look carefully.
Straying from the Woodchipper for a Moment, we were drawn to our hotel by its down home “C’mon Inn” name. “C’mon Inn Through the Weird Fake Bushes in the Lobby” was taken. But maybe not everyone should shortcut from the pool to their rooms. Nice ass crack Hank.
We do feel a little taken in by the Coens. Fargo does not have the hometown feel we would have expected. It’s quite the metropolis. We dined tonight on traditional ND Korean BBQ.
Anyway, back to the chipper.
The Visitor Center also featured the Stunt Woodchipper who took on some of the movies more dangerous action. You may recognize it from smaller roles in Twin Peaks.
Next Stop – South Dakota.
They may want to fix the lights on that Fargo sign. Some communities are bound to get offended.
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