Norge

I have three major vectors to the disease of Acquired Norwegian Identity Syndrome: my wife and in-laws (who are wholly or partly Norwegian), living in Northfield (which is home to St. Olaf College), and following international cross-country skiing (which is dominated by Norwegian racers). Yesterday, I knew I passed a critical threshold for the full-blown disorder when found myself willingly - happily - drinking coffee with lunch. Not after lunch, as a digestif, but with soup and some pretzels. No other beverage was consumed. (No, not even some aquavit.)


At least I drank good coffee, unlike most Norwegian-Americans I know. Somebody send me a hat, eh?

Forecast: Significant blowing and drifting, with the possibility of heavy accumulation in rural areas.