It goes without saying that what I miss most about Minnesota is proximity to my family, the important people who helped shape my life and love me no matter what.
I must admit, however, that there is something else from Minnesota that I miss with a startling amount of regularity. I want some right now. I want Old Dutch potato chips. And some French onion dip. And a Dad's root beer in a glass bottle.
I don't want much. Just Old Dutch.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
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