<p>Memoir from Marc de Celle of&nbsp;his family&#39;s&nbsp;first five years in Fargo.&nbsp;Having always lived in either Arizona, California or Florida, Fargo was a big change&nbsp;-- but the biggest shock wasn&#39;t the climate, it was the culture. &nbsp;The locals&nbsp;frequently left de Celle speechless, until he finally figured out what to say: 'Oh. &nbsp;How Fargo of You.'</p>

<p>From the Introduction:</p>

<p>I had no burning desire to visit Fargo.&nbsp; But my wife, Charlene, had decided we were going.&nbsp; Her best friend Melody, who I liked very much and our kids adored, now lived in Fargo.&nbsp; So we came.&nbsp; It was the summer of 2001 and we were on vacation.&nbsp;</p>

<p>Our lives would never be the same.</p>

<p>Until then, all I knew of Fargo, other than the fact that my wife&rsquo;s best friend had moved here, was that a movie with dumb criminals and people talking in goofy accents had been titled after it.&nbsp; Oh, and it got really, <em>really</em> cold....</p>

<p>That was all I knew of Fargo.</p>

<p>So our first visit, nearly a quarter of a century later, held many pleasant surprises.&nbsp; No dumb criminals &ndash; in fact, about the lowest crime rate in the country.&nbsp; No goofy accents, don&rsquo;cha know.&nbsp; Great weather (we came in June).&nbsp; And a much bigger surprise, as you&rsquo;ll read in Chapter One...</p>

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