Consult, please.

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Does anyone know anything about or anyone in Fargo? HoneyHaired has an opportunity to work there for a co-op this winter quarter and my knowledge is only cinematic...and it's 19 degrees there...

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  1. RudeeDecember 7, 2012 at 8:23 AM

    It has a Starbucks, which you'd recognize as crucial if you're in the middle of a long haul home from Montana. Other than that, I know little about this city, except as I've been told by the Coen brothers.

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  2. The BugDecember 7, 2012 at 8:34 AM

    I have a friend who lives near there (maybe - she might live in the other Dakota, & isn't it sad that I can't remember). I'll check when I get home tonight & let you know :)

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  3. The BugDecember 7, 2012 at 5:57 PM

    My friend Darci IS in Fargo (or a suburb thereof). She tried to post here, but couldn't get it to work (she's not a blogger). If you'd like to get in touch with her her email address is aggiepants at facebook.com

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  4. The BugDecember 7, 2012 at 6:16 PM

    Oops sorry - use this one instead: dlstinar at aol.com

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  5. UnknownDecember 8, 2012 at 2:41 PM

    oh my....sounds like time for some long underwear....smiles

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  6. WestEnderDecember 15, 2012 at 6:45 AM

    I think young adults should always take a shot at anything that could be a valuable learning experience but I remember watching Weather Channel and wondering why anyone would live in Fargo, which was often the coldest, windiest city on the map! Long underwear will be needed for sure.

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  7. KathleenJanuary 8, 2013 at 4:30 AM

    As a transplant to Minnesota from TX, my understanding is that the cinematic version captures the essence of the area. Wouldn't be my first choice, but if it has a coo-p and Starbucks, I could make it. Much to be learned living in the cold -- and then there's God's country (the Northwoods of MN) within a half-day's drive! If she's got a sense of humor and a streak of hardiness, she'll manage just fine!

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