Aside from the enormous mosquitoes, Fargo is a rambling city that is sweet and nostalgic for me because my mother-in-law lives there. The surrounding landscape is rugged with enormous skies and miles of flatlands spreading into sunflower fields. There is a bittersweet, lonesome, longing feeling that is inspired by the austerity of the land — Sometimes while we are driving across the state I can see in my mind’s eye herds of buffalo and indian hunters galloping side by side