Happy birthday today to my dear sister who served as a punching bag while we were growing up (I’m sorry) and is a wonderful sounding board now that we’re adults. She’s a lot of great things in this world, but she’s an especially good mother to my nephews. And she reads books the same way my mother does: Perpetually (authors adore readers like that).
In honor of her birthday, I’m reblogging this gem from Minnesota Transplant in 2009. Fortunately, the weather in her part of the world isn’t nearly so cold for her 44th birthday as it was for her 40th.
My sister and her husband, who live in Central Minnesota, were watching “3:10 to Yuma” together one evening not long ago.
If you’ve watched that movie, you know it’s a Western starring Christian Bale, and it has a lot of shooting, as Westerns are wont to do.
So, it’s a cold winter night in Central Minnesota, and they’re cuddled up on the couch watching a shoot ’em up Western.
When suddenly! A shot rang out!
My sister, who is a worry wart anyway, was spooked. My brave brother-in-law (a level-headed commercial airline pilot) did not immediately assume it was a gun shot. Instead, he came to a more logical conclusion (at least, logical for a lifelong Minnesotan):
“Do you think that could have been one of the Coke cans in garage fridge exploding?”
Indeed it was. It was so cold that a soda can in the fridge out in the…
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