Amy Holtz: The truth is, I’m a Minnesotan

April 23, 2018

 

It’s official – we can stop being so angry now, because apparently it’s spring. Cats, even the feral ones, are being stroked in the street. Babies look cuter. Faces emerge tentatively from tightened hoods with just a flicker of an upturned lip. The runners are out, making the rest of us look bad. We are spring, spring is us.

 

 

Stoicism is one of this country’s most admirable qualities and so I’m sitting outside a drinking establishment with a friend, practising fortitude, and shivering. Let’s be honest, it’s a stupid thing to do and everyone knows it, but we’re all desperate to pretend it’s not that cold out. Two girls walk past in what my grandma used to purchase in pastel bulk and call ‘pedal-pushers’...

 

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