There are a lot of people in Minneapolis nowadays who are not from Minneapolis, people called transplants. There were no transplants when I was growing up in Mineapolis. Transplants seems to be a derogatory term in some ways. For example, I am not from Sacramento and, although during my short 13 years in town I have managed to zoom to the top ranks of Sacramento Realtors, I am not native to the city but I would not like to be called a transplant.
I was joking with my sister last night that I could tell our waitress at the restaurant was from Minneapolis. I could hear it in her voice, just like people can hear that accent in my voice. My sister did not agree on several accounts. First, she is not fond of the TV series Fargo or how they make fun of Minnesota accents by overdoing them. I would not say they are overly exaggerated. It's how people sound. Oh, yah, sure, doncha know?
But I was right, of course. The older sister is always right. You can read more in my personal blog today about my trip to Minneapolis at this link: How Quickly We Forget About Old Technology.
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