I went through Fargo on a Greyhound bus in April 1998.
We stopped for snacks and I had a friendly conversation with the Pepsi vendor as he loaded the stations vending machine. I thought these were some of the friendliest people on Earth, right up there with most Canadians, I've encountered driving up to Alaska.
Upon returning to the bus, I continued an earlier conversation with an Irish crypto-anthropologist, whom i met in Minneapolis, the previous evening. This man, a cripple, had been maimed by a bomb blast, in Dublin, during "The Troubles", in the late 70's. This man was convinced that leprechauns were of a ancient race of wee people. and were known as Tuath Dé Danann.
There was also a chain smoking conspiracy theorist who believed the communists were going to take us over and how the Russians had secret submarine bases under the United States of America. We shared a cigarette and I laughed and told her she was paranoid.
Fargo, ND left an incredible impression on me, considering I spent about an hour there.
The Coen Brothers were onto something.
