By Charlie McCann
Talk to southern Minnesotans and you’ll notice they often use the word “rural” as if it were a proper noun. “When you get to Rural”, they’ll say, as though it were a place in itself: Rural, Minnesota. To get there, drive south from the Twin Cities, the state capitals of government and finance. Suburbs gradually give way to russet-coloured trees, lakes known as “prairie potholes”, and pigs (which outnumber humans in this sparsely populated region). Signs warn about tractors; cornfields stretch towards the horizon. You know you’ve got to Rural when you drive your Mazda down a gravel road and a man in a pick-up asks if you are lost.
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