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Originally Posted by expatsid
Thank you for the tip about living in the lower part of the state. We are also looking at
South Dakota and Nebraska. Dont want to go any lower, we have had it with the heat,
and would like to live in a colder place.
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Reading this reminded me of a joke that I heard on WCCO radio nearly 60 years ago and it was so good that it's still with me and will be as long as I live.
In the 50s, 60s, and a ways into the 70s, there was a beloved radio personality on WCCO named Maynard Speece. He was their Farm Service Director and his laid-back homespun style was perfect for early morning radio chatter in those days. Their 50,000 watt clear-channel signal covered a massive area that was nearly completely rural outside the Twin Cities area. Even my suburban location 15 miles from downtown felt rural in those days. Anyway, Maynard was great and was an inexhaustible source of humor that made me smile countless times.
This would have been around 1962 - give or take a year or two. I did considerable searching, hoping to find some of his jokes published online, but found only this....
https://www.amazon.com/Maynard-Humor.../dp/0911506144
So this is purely from memory and I'll no doubt leave some things out, but I'll do my best.
There was a North Dakota farmer who worked a large acreage that had been in his family for generations. His land was right on the border with South Dakota....such that his farm's southern border coincided with North Dakota's southern border.
One day there was a knock on his door and it was a couple of men who identified themselves as surveyors who worked for the government. They told the farmer that the exact location of the state border had come into question in his area and that they were there as part of a surveying project to determine whether errors had been made in the past in designating exactly where the state border was. They said they would need a few days and asked for his permission to access his land to complete their work. They were pleasant and credible, so the farmer granted permission….asking that they let him know of their findings.
So….a few days later another knock on his door – the surveyors had finished and were back to thank him for his cooperation. The farmer then asked,
“so what did you determine about the border?” The lead surveyor replied,
“well, they were right – errors had been made and the border is actually about two miles north of where they thought it was and had been designated. That means, sir, that your farm is actually in South Dakota.”
“Thank God!!”, exclaimed the farmer.
“Why do you say that?” asked the surveyor. The farmer replied, conveying a sense of relief,
“because now I won’t have to endure any more North Dakota winters!!”