No matter how far ya' go, ya' won't find no place like Fargo!

A Poem


All of our children
will grow to hate us some day.
Not because we've ignored them, or been abusive or neglectful.
Not because we gave them bowl haircuts
the night before the first day of seventh grade,
or because we never knocked when we came into their rooms to tell them to get jobs, or stop dating that twit
or shave that...that... whatever-the-hell-it-is off their upper lips(wink).

They won't hate us because we forgot their birthdays or their names
or their release dates.
They won't hate us because we squandered the fortunes they made
as child-prodigies or sitcom actors,
on women who weren't their mothers
and sleeveless concert t-shirts that weren't their school shoes.

No, our children will hate us
for enriching their lives.
They'll hate us for making one safe, sane decision
out of the multitude of reckless, selfish ones.
They'll hate us
for placing importance on their development
into well-rounded, fruitful individuals.

Our children will not hate us because
we were bad to them.
They will hate us
because we were good to them.
They will hate us for a simple reason.
They will hate us
because they were lucky enough
to have spent every summer,
of their developing lives

In North Dakota.



N.D. re-cap is forthcoming! I promise,but I've got the Rushi in me and I think the California roll is coming back up to say "far out brah!" I'm having a little trouble sorting out the last couple days' events but we'll be there soon. Let's just say, Talapia is much better when you cut out the middle-man and about two thousand miles, Fargo is great and not at all "funny lookin'," and Minnesota, as far as I could tell from my spandex-clad crawl up the muddy bank of the (wink again) mighty Red River, is as sweet as a folded up Land-o-Lakes box.

North Dakota has been very good to us and we love her.

Thank you all and good night from Fargo...Fargo North Dakota.
-Karl