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Re ‘Where the Red River Runs’

Another letter, this one from Minnesota:


I lived in Moorhead for five years as a child. So I’ve been following the flooding story with great interest. What your reader said, about food donations in Fargo, is not at all misleading.

Just a few years ago, it took a special drive by the state-senate majority leader  – my own state senator at the time  – to pass a law exempting church potluck suppers from the health-department chokehold. Action also had to be taken in the legislature to keep the health department from banning folks from selling home-canned pickles and jams at fairs.

Maybe I’m crazy, but I feel safer eating something cooked by “church-basement ladies” than I do eating items cooked and handled by restaurant workers who can’t be bothered to wash their hands after taking a dump.

Er, yes.

P.S. Last time I published something that included the phrase “taking a dump” — it was in a recent column, actually — I got many letters from people curious about language: “Why is it taking rather than leaving?” Well, idioms are idioms. (A weak answer, but sometimes the only one.)

P.P.S. I promise I will not publish something containing the words “taking a dump” for at least — oh, I don’t know: a month.


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